Playing Darts

A friend once threw
a dart at me

with enough conviction
for the tip
to pass through
my cheap blue jeans
and embed itself an inch
into my leg

he was spun out
on meth,
it was day 3 of 5,
he hadn’t looked
where the dart
was going

I admire his resolve,
his follow through
being excellent

We made it to day 5
without another dart
ending up in my flesh

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