Imagine a boy holding a capgun.
Now, instead of a boy,
imagine a man holding a portrait
of a boy with a capgun.
There’s an orange tip painted
on the end of his assault rifle.
It’s okay, it just looks fake,
it’s actually quite real.
Later the boy will grow up, get married,
go off to work.
Some men get jobs to find love.
Some men get jobs to deprive themselves sex.
After a while, some men say not having sex
counts as having sex.
Sometimes after not having sex
the boy would take off his wedding ring and hide
it in his work boot or just go home
and microwave a burrito.
Now, imagine the boy alone.
Lonely like a trashcan in a trashless desert.
Lonely like the loneliness of other lonely people.
Lonely like the speed of light.
—Managing Editor for 42 Miles Press