I have drunk
the cheap-ass beer
that was in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for a monster truck rally

Forgive me
it wasn’t delicious
but still sweet
and so beautifully goddamn gay

(sincere apologies to William Carlos Williams; and no, gay ≠ trans, but surely we can make occasional sacrifices in the interest of scansion.)

I have shot down
the balloons
that were over
the US

and which
you were probably
saving
for surveillance

Forgive me
they were unidentified
so high
and so globular

I have taken
the gun
that was in
the bedside table

and which
you were probably
saving
for self defense

Forgive me
it was a school day
so sweet
and so cold

(sincere apologies to William Carlos Williams)