What would I do if I got shot,
Blood spurting out?
I think I’d vomit.
Life, its precious liquor,
Years of succoring this fluctuating body,
Squirting, gushing, seeping, spouting –
All those verbs of nauseating action.
If I were shot, what would I do?
I’d probably go into shock,
The fear too great to bear.
Unless, of course, a faith took over:
(I was born Arlene Faith Nover)
An improvised or childlike mantra.
Or, if I had real luck, a going in, inside inside.
But that’s a different kettle of fish,
Enveloped in a different niche
Where spouting blood
And being shot
Don’t matter.
What Would I Do If I Were Shot? 5.15.2014
Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Energy;
Arlene Corwin
