Lady Shotgun

by Dena Rash Guzman

All day I consort with the earth.
tobacco pouch, rolling papers, light.
                    Without constance there’d be chaos.

                                        I get paid today.

I’m not a woman without pain.
No woman is. Pain is history,
                    Today’s blood on tomorrow’s
                                        bloody floor.

My house is gray. My soil is rich. 

The soldiers advance. I carry ammo.

                    I know where to hide.
                                        I prepare.

I see the news.
I consult the forest.

Dena Rash Guzman is the author of Life Cycle—Poems and another book of poems called Joseph. She lives in Oregon.

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