three shots, maybe four
from her ‘I’m not mad at you’
to his ‘fucking bitch’
five shots, maybe ten
to go from ‘Are you okay?”
to oblivion
two deaths plus six more
this winter of ’26
merely a month old
Cáceras, Campos,
Díaz, La, Good, Yáñez-Cruz,
Domíngues, Pretti
remember their names
that their dreams and hopes and joys
are not forgotten
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 