Who keeps chasing a girl
after getting stared down the barrel
of my daddy’s shotgun?
Someone who jumps
out of airplanes
into
enemy territory, catches me
when I jump
out of the path of the
locomotive, trained
into your arms.
Made you jump back
into my hips
the minute
we were alone.
You’ll never find anyone like me
in a shoe store.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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