i wandered through hollow throats of the city
into an empty stomach, hungry, decaying, swallowing me into
its red-lit basement, men on stools against the rust-brick walls
watching me
one of them pulled out his pistol, fired a bullet that blurred past my cheek.
i leaped behind a shelf, but the men across from me started shooting too
so i held up my notebook in front of my face and watched the bullets.
i felt their reflection in my eyes,
and when they were almost one with my pupils
they fell to the ground, snowflakes.
and they kept falling
and i kept watching, not realizing the miracle,
only afraid to move, in case the magic stopped working
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