Cupid’s Bullet

by Bill Edmondson

The night I fell backward off the stool
At Rancho Nicasio Bar
And the owner suggested
I get the hell out    I gathered my bones
Jerry    I managed
I can’t stop this    I’ve got to be with her
Then tacked on out of there
Past mounted skulls of animals dropped into dark
The door swung open
First a mothy light grazed my head
Then I woke in his cabin