a little lost

I do not know how to
with my feet
move forward
in the right manner
in the right direction;
a gentle fellow I'm
bewildered
and a little lost.
But if I were to become
for a moment
a man,
a fierce hard-talking man,
I might say,
“Don't you EVER
 ask
 me
 to FUCKING GUESS woman!
 Because I am no fucking woman and have NO
 SPECIAL FUCKING GUESSING POWERS,
 I am only a
                   GOD DAMN
                                   FUCKING MAN!”

I might say that;

but I'd soon settle down
and be gentle again.

50 Word Story

The boy gazed at the ribbon of smoke rising like a genie from the rifle’s eerie orifice. Dumfounded by the pain, his eyes lowered sluggishly to the warm crimson puddle burgeoning around his toes, then forward to the still life of his father, the wife beater. Worth the busted shoulder.