Eleven (The Andrew Golden Poem) by Don Kingfisher Campbell

She said
She doesn’t want to see me anymore
Why don’t she want to see me
I’m a good ol’ boy
She hollered
In front of everybody
“I don’t want to see you no more!”
So what if she didn’t want to go out in the woods
And hunt deer with me

I don’t want to go to school today
I’ll get my father’s guns
He’ll understand
I’ll pull the fire alarm outside her class
I’ll be there

I’ll fuckin’ kill her
I’ll fuckin’ kill her
I’ve gotta lotta killin’ to do
I’ll fuckin’
Pull the trigger

I… Feel … Better
Their… delicate… frightened… eyes

Go ahead
Take me away
I’m too fuckin’ young to kill

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los
Angeles, publisher of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, organizer of
the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival, and host of the Saturday Afternoon
Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For publication credits,
please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com


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