caliber

I thought i was different from them.

all along, just figured i was the wrong caliber.

but i was naive.

in the hands of the right marksman,

in the barrel of the right gun . . .

i’m the same round.

/

but give me time.

i’m exploding in my youth—

i’ve quickly learned the blast hurts,

the kickback isn’t

just for looks.

i’ll take a step back.

i’ll recalculate,

readjust.

/

deep down,

i know i don’t even need physics

to help push me

towards my target.