The penalty for desertion
is death by a firing squad.
I’m saving you this trouble
enclosed is a pistol.
loaded with only one bullet.
squeeze the trigger once.
perhaps nothing will happen.
but squeeze a second time...
a third time...
You see
I know the games you love.
Analysis, meaning and summary of Jim Carroll's poem Love Poem

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