Coshocton Tribune
July 25th, 1939
He shot me
seemed unneeded to be said
except to say
but
he shot me
gathered back up the buckshot
(not to say
it could be put back
but) saying it
was to say
a world existed before,
preferable to this one.
Witness me. I do not consent.
He shot me—
a gesture,
2 spaces 8 letters
The only words
of my great-grandmother
ever printed
in the paper.