Pours Out of Me

Daniel Casey

If only you
held guns
with the same
contempt
you hold
straws.
Fewer would
be gone.
We’d be
quenched,
but for those
in need
of exact
means.
I suppose,
this implies
the right
for straws
over
demise.

Daniel Casey has a MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Notre Dame. Most recently, his poems and reviews have most recently appeared in Moonchild Magazine, Philosophical Idiot, and Entropy. He can be found on Twitter as @JustDanielCasey

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