Stealing Ariel (full poem)

Sara Henning

Today's poem is by Sara Henning

Stealing Ariel
       

What had I become the night I dreamed
I shot my mother's Smith and Wesson pistol?
I'd never held an oil-slick metal barrel,
fingered the grip of a powerful god.

I only dreamed I shot my mother's pistol,
but my aunt's man told police I cased his Jeep.
Seventeen, I'd never fingered the grip of a powerful god.
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