Police Yourself

          by Chris Dietz


	Friday night
	they’ve been shooting at me
	since I woke
	so caught in the yoke
	picking my shots
	glancing ricochets
	sacrifice porch
	go for a drink
	out in public
	I relish my fast
	we haven’t seen each other
	visit stuff
	holstered donation
	celebrate the ease back
	the bull’s eye
	squeeze off a shot
	no leads left
	purity of lead