Weekly feature by: Laura Hanna

At age twenty,
I watched a man push an ink pen

through another man’s ear
all the way out the other side,

leaving him to bleed
and walking out of the bar

with the tequila
still in his hand.

The man on the ground was named Jerry.
I know because his girlfriend kept screaming

his name and yelling for someone,
anyone

to call the police.
And everyone stood, frozen,

as if the sun was no longer on fire
or was being attacked by bees.

I couldn’t understand
how a man can murder a stranger

and still have the stomach
to drink or walk out.

But now I understand what
cowardice looks like.

I read an article once
and only remember

one sentence,
Those who knew where Pakistan

is located chose not
to go to war.

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