Poem: Night Vision

“Night Vision”

feeling like i’m tempting
fate just by sitting at
the kitchen table and
wondering if a sniper’s
bullet will find me
tonight, I sit and wait
on another pot of coffee
to brew, casting anxious
glances towards the
window with its closed
blinds and the back
door with its wide
open panes of glass,
peering out into the
dark and wondering why
I even think this way

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