by Win Harms
“Hastings and Abbot Street, Vancouver, BC, 2013″, Copyright © 2013 Gabor Gasztonyi
i imagine hemingway’s last minutes
driven by soul and too much scotch
i wonder if he really wanted to die
i think about what that shotgun felt
like as he held it in his hands
was the barrel cool in his throat; did he gag?
what was his last confession?
a story of a safari gone awry or
his best friend having his leg blown
off in the great war
maybe he thought about a woman he loved
many years ago that didn’t love him back
all these thoughts in those last moments
living is waiting to die
building up to this last moment
channeling your goodbyes
love was a game but it was pretty to think so
of course he had these feelings so
what does that make me
as i contemplate hemingway’s
last lovely minutes?