Was it like that?
Pacing scenario after scenario
groupthinking holes in policy limits
forgetting firestorms and mother’s milk
fortified with Strontium 90
Was it like that?
Remembering the mythical god
of the sun in an erupting cone
claiming craters as triumphs
Marilyn’s breasts in your hands
Was it like that?
Stripping the magnate’s daughter
in the backseat of a Lincoln Continental
turning the corner in Dallas
at 11 miles an hour
Was it like that?
When the bullets snapped into you
like you were going to sneeze
and then you didn’t
