Dena Rash Guzman

I would not accept. I am comfortable in my yoga pants
and my unadorned, bare-balls abandonment of you. 
Plain is just fine. I stayed too long, sugar-coating 

and appeasing the killer in you, but listen at me gone. 
War changes people, not that I would know. 

I’m hopeless at knowing, except this: 

I always was a good girl & full of meat & gifted guns for show.

I let you get away by making you go. 

My defense is horrid. I wanted only to be left alone. 

I had you in range. I should have shot you point blank.