we were shootin blanks
straight up the moon
it was night on the sun
we shot our blanks in doors
we shot straight into the ocean
we shot down a letter from the sky
it’s a possibility that the stars are all liars
& have sent us off into a wild goose
neck of the woods that dead ends hard into winter.
get back to me about this.
we shot ourselves straight out
we shot ourselves to pixels
smashing into nothing & everything
it was beauty in dirt
what people are made of
Taylor Jacob Pate is an MFA candidate in the New Writers Project at UT Austin, as well as the editor in chief of Smoking Glue Gun Magazine & the art director for Bat City Review. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from: Forklift, Ohio, Similar : Peaks ::, The Coachella Review, Everyday Genius & decomP magazinE.