My brother Junior didn’t remember
what happened last weekend
when he first opened the front door
Omero and Charley entered in
with drunken laughter
talking about Janie’s
hot cousin from Kenosha
Not aware that an ambush
was awaiting them
above loud voices
playing poker
in a grimy crowded kitchen
Suddenly,
spindly card tables overturns
green money and yellow screams
fly about as
dark fists race angry faces
for the best angle
Crazily
a gun
not aimed at anyone
went off
Charly is stuck in the way
His brown eye
shattered red
on his shirt
on the floor
His dreams
lay still
underneath the sunglasses
left on the carpet
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