Questions of heartbeats

11 days from Christmas I found a bullet in my chest

others a blade.

thoughts of presents left my head

a little metal stone to be my last

Pain seeps through me

I hear my mother’s cry

her wracked form burning voice


why did he do this i wonder

what did i do——– my friends do

Why am i lying here on the classroom floor

my leg resting on a boy’s still left arm


why did he do this i wonder wonder

what did we ever do