a pink hand gun
in her purse
bejeweled with
multi-colored rhinestones.
it was a small,
derringer of sorts
that could barely
kill a squirrel
if the need arose.
she opened her purse
and flashed the gun
as we sat eating our
greasy order of calamari
at the riverside bar.
put that away, i told her.
what are you nuts?
why do you have a gun?
i work in my parent's liquor store
over in PG county,
she said. wiping red sauce
from her pouty lips,
and we get a lot of
robberies. so thus the gun.
thus?
I said, not expecting that word?
yes, she said, thus.
or would you prefer
therefore?
either is fine, i told her,
putting my hands into the air.
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