flesh wound

the bullet
won't go back into the barrel.
it's too late
for that.
the gun smokes in her hand.
it hit its mark.
straight through
to the other side of your
heart.
just a flesh wound,
you say.
plugging the hole
with a finger.
she blows on the barrel
and says, take that
you rat.
you had it coming to you.
just a flesh
wound you tell her, it's
nothing.
but I guess this changes
things
between us.