A full flannel jacket that smells like fall.

With a scarf that still smells like you.

It’s the remembering season.

And this fell like a leaf from the blue.

It took me fifteen years, approximately,

Recalling age thirteen in 2003.

When I saw the man bloodily tongue his gun on TV.

It was at the house where I ate slim jims.

And fruit by the foot, and poptarts and saw things.

TV channels and internet videos.

Ebaumsworld and HBO.

Now I remember the song that goes

-These boots are gonna-

To a man who holds up a gun and…

…blows off the back of his head on the toilet.