Ate a bullet Sunday; that’s not a
colloquialism: with a paring knife I shaved off shards of a hollow point so
thin they’d liquefy in my mouth. I wanted to be the man who shat lead but
I felt a lump in my belly; it was the slivers of metal coagulating so I went to
the ER Monday. Got told I was a special case Tuesday; that was nice to
hear.
Surgery Wednesday. Fentanyl
Thursday. Left Friday after I overheard them tell a freshly fingerless man
that he was a special case too. Tried again Saturday with a bar of gold.
Christian
Hayden
Europe
Central
William T. Vollmann