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 Contents | June 2004 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Squirt Gun
by Robert Morgan .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)The orange see-through plastic makes the gun at first appear red-hot. But water in the grip is cool and sloshes when you raise to aim. The trigger slides the cylinder and shoots a needle clear as light across the porch to break as mist. The gun is fun because it shoots clear piss. You point and pee on leaves, on ants, on flowers yards away. You spray the sun and make rainbows that melt away in instant rain. You sprinkle dust along a step and scare the cat again and hit a June bug like a Messerschmidt. And when the gun is almost dry you place the barrel between your lips and close your eyes and fire a sip.
Robert Morgan's latest collection is The Strange Attractor: New and Selected Poems (2004). Copyright © 2004 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; June 2004; Squirt Gun; Volume 293, No. 5; 80. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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