How to Eat a Gun
by Sara Backer

At the FBI convention,
the placemat souvenirs
are milk chocolate guns.

One gun got through
Utah’s airport security
in my friend’s pocket.

Like an Easter bunny,
the gun has a sculpted, detailed side,
and one that is flat and blank.

Some put the barrel deep
into their mouths and bite.
Others nibble up the handle.

I’ll start with what breaks first:
the trigger. Once that is eaten,
the rest will be sweet.

first published in PANK

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