it all depends

would you take a bullet
for anyone
my friend jimmy asks
as we sit in the park
handing a brown
bag with a bottle in it
back and forth.
hmmm, I ask, taking a swing
of the harsh
cheap whiskey.
anyone?
probably not, I tell him.
but you never know
about these things
until it happens.
until the gun goes off
and what you had for
breakfast that day,
or your last argument
with a loved one
as you left the house
slamming the door.
it all depends.
yeah, me too, he says.
taking the bottle from
my hands, finishing off
the dregs. not sure if
everyone is worth
saving.