The bow was released
in his medieval dreams…

through the American Plains
the arrowhead was chiseled…
thin, caramel-colored

swept east with the Trinity
where they were each formed,
and would meet in a parallel universe

…becoming ever sharper, defined
washing in the Gulf of Mexico
where he set it alight

until coming to rest
light…fittingly fragile
between her breasts

finally piercing
its target