Fortune Cookies: Poems by Andrew Cox

I Think I Am Making a Mistake

A man offers a man cash to do a job, a job that seems easy at first but becomes more difficult because it requires commitment. Usually the pay is not good enough for what needs to be done, yet someone always points a gun at someone else: a gun that always goes off and never brings anything like an epic to conclusion. This is a small, petty-minded story, one in which someone wants someone who's married to someone else, where a woman stares off through a rain-splattered windshield and says — loud enough for the driver (a man with money in his pocket) to know she has said something important without knowing what — I think I am making a mistake.

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