Wolf canít walk so he sends me
to the liquor store for Sisco
and two loose cigarettes.
Babe, he yells after me
make sure itís the pink one,
orange doesnít give a good buzz.
I look up and the sun is flashing,
the pavement grain aglitter.
Earlier, he lifted the cushion
of his chair to show me a gun
wrapped in shoeshine rags.
Just in caseóhe said, pointing the gun
toward the cawing field across the street.
Weeks had passed since the fire
but the birds still circled, searching
for something to land on.