She asked for it

Give me a good one liner
And I just may let you live.

I’m already dead.
Nice try.
That’s not my one liner.
Go ahead, I can’t be killed.

Point blank.
I don’t tremble.
Sunflowers sprout from my eyes.
My arms become a flock of snow geese.
My body, the prairie sky.
My legs, a washboard road.
She walks it, lost.


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