Someone There to Shoot Her Ever Day of Her Life

She'd a Been A Good Woman
If It Had Been Someone There
To Shoot Her Ever Day of Her
Life

Shame trumps guilt. No doubt.

I carry guilt—thorn in the flesh,

pea under the mattress, sense of

debt & obligation to who-knows-

what?

Idiotic calling:  vocation,  angst &

often panic kept under wraps:

guilt-be -gone  before sacrificing

shame to shameless.

“Peer pressure is forever,” no doubt

Be ashamed of course. Guilt: a course

of another color. Slow  smokeless

burning of  dismay.         Misfit.