Bill Glose


by Bill Glose

I practiced what to say while you
stomped about the kitchen,
slamming dishes and cabinets.

Just like range practice, I focused
on the target, took air slow as a turtle,
emptied my heart. Practice doesn’t always

make perfect. Punching holes downrange
easy when the torso bisected by
your front sight post isn’t breathing.

Lines rehearsed without emotion
seldom survive first contact.
Paper targets don’t fire back.

Bill GloseBill Glose is a former paratrooper, a Gulf War veteran, and author of the poetry collection, The Human Touch (San Francisco Bay Press, 2007). In 2011, he was named the Daily Press Poet Laureate. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such journals and magazines as Narrative Magazine, New York Quarterly, and Poet Lore.

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