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by Isaiah Rubio

                                          With this handgun
                                                                 I pull 

                                                            the trigger
                                                                   to
                                                  de  stroy

             my third eye. The muse
                      says nothing,
                                                               closes
                                                               her 
                                                               vision,

                                                 and
                                           leaves me

                      in silence. I burn
                                    my pile of wood
                                    on the first day

              of winter. I hide in churches
                                                                to save
                                                 time

                      for the retribution. I think

                                     I want this. 





Isaiah Rubio is studying poetry in the MFA program at Brigham Young University.