Hemingway Hunts

Hemingway Hunts

puts on
his gun metal grey
gloves .
No perplexing
purple today .
Female companions
are gone .
over his Parisian
notes ,
silhouettes in moonlight ,
barrels, and hunting,
begin to preoccupy him .
“Once you’ve hunted
men, nothing quite
compares” he says
as he proceeds
to hunt himself .

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