Thousands or Millions of Tiny Dots of Varying Size
Once, I drove through Virginia slush to NRA Headquarters,
the winter air humming
with the emptiness of my plan
which was not more than the hope of doing something
beyond thoughts & prayers, or any one word I might try
to use after seeing a self-defense catalog
with its photo of a young girl sitting cross-legged
against the cinderblock grid of a school wall as she grips
a bulletproof backpack,
…
