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Aim Carefully 2010

Janet Kuypers
(poetry converted to prose)

    as the bullets flew through the air, I listened to the whirring. when you think about it, the bullets begin to sound like popping popcorn... and when it sounds like the popcorn’s almost done and you hear just a few pops, then none, that’s when it’s safe to move.
    I’ve been through this too many times; it’s been too many years this has become second nature. after so may years of putting the 9 mil to the line of people, after so many years of pulling the trigger, of knowing the base of the neck was the best place, of knowing how they fell into the ditch... one... two... three... it became like a ticking clock through the years.
    tick tock.
    and all this time, my only thought, every time, was...
    aim carefully.

Chicago poet Janet Kuypers
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