Me and Jim
by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Jim makes babies; I make symphonies.
Jim knows the color white; I know how to kill it.
We grieve together.
Like lemmings, considering the edge.
Sharing a drink.
Staring at the sky.

It's coming closer.

Robin Wyatt Dunn: the subject is affable, with an ingratiating attitude towards authority. Nervous around uniforms, the subject grinds his teeth. Careful gait analysis reveals populist sentiments, but speech patterns reveal elitist attitudes. No registered handguns in the name of the subject, but known to carry a knife. Approach with caution.