Sniper

My wife, a sniper,

tells me stories

of close encounters:

When you kill they seem like animals.

I didn’t kill people - they were animals.

She said - and I believed.

Then we made love like animals

Like every night.

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It was my friends

That said I needed therapy

Because I killed without remorse.

But they, I say,

Are beyond therapy

Because they are the reason I have to kill at all

but pretend not to know.

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