Self-Portrait in bullet hole
by Christopher McCarthy

off, laughed,
talked of guns

and amusements—to escape
the burden of internal history

a bicycle leaning
up against the wall

the violent death
of no relation

the faintest fire
dark, blue, & then.

The shot
seemed to end

to decide the question
what happens when it rains

there is a hole in the ceiling
open to the sky.

That is not a hole but an oculus.

Copyright 2024 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors.
No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author.