A Love Kill
A Love Kill She operated by Mostar rules. Trained as a marksman, She assembled and shot her Yugo M48 With impeccable precision. She hit me from 3,000 miles away Before disappearing into the crowd. But she refused to blend in, She wore colors that ID’ed her as mine. She guided me through the memories of Hemon We swam to the island in the lake We savored raw figs at midnight We lived as we should: Because every moment matters.
