2001-03-07 - 6:45 p.m.

Bullets Through Paper: an Ampersand project

What were you trying to singe through the screen?

Kittens, she said, and voracious moths.

What were you trying to shear with your stare?

Vicious flutes and impudent gloves.

What were you trying to stain with rice?

An unkind midnight, an alimony car.

And what were you trying to pierce without prayer?

Ravenous shades and malevolent doves.