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February 24, 2011Posted in: Events, Local Writers & Poets, Poetry
A bullet came knocking on my door tonight
I opened and
Noticed the worn metal
reddish-brown in color tired-winded
I asked it to come inside
I put it on the counter as I
poured some coffee
it asked if I was from Aliso Village?
Yes, I responded
It broke down
And gun powder clouded my vision
(never seen a bullet cry before)
It began to speak and told me
That he was intended for my heart since 1991
And had been taking lives ever since
–Innocent lives he says—
He’s traveled through many barrios
Shot out through car windows-up in the air-even small distances as close as a few inches but
Now it was my turn it said as
It gritted its metal teeth and made an angry face –
With conviction I picked it up
Brought it to my lips
Kissed it
And forgave it
About Edward Vidaurre
Edward from Facebook: "I write poetry. I invented a weird twitch. I try not to think about penguins. I used to pretend I was a robot. I repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning. I scratch myself. I watch TV and repeat everything said in an Italian accent. I rule Sodoku. I make prank phone calls ever since Lilly said I looked like a crank yanker. I learned to kiss with a girl who regrets it. I take virtual vacations twice a year.I listen to texts. I read books. I have a tattoo. My daughter thinks I'm real, real handsome. My wife just thinks I'm plain ol' HOT! I hate people that honk in traffic, I'd rather you stick out your finger. I hate people who pronounce me name wrong. I love a well-executed gancho in Argentine Tango. I love bean soup. I love new shoes that don't squeak. I once spelled "cheap", "cheep" and lost a spelling bee. I love saving the day at my job. I love flat tires. I'm a trend setter. I love pugs. And Jesus is my friend too".
