What is it that will touch you:
a safe falling from the sky
a bitch slap
I met a man shot seven times in a drive-by:
thigh, chest wall, shoulders, bicep, buttocks
a corona of metal grazing the flesh.
He was a happy man
and I couldn’t help myself—
I rubbed his forehead for luck.
Robbie Gamble lives in Brookline, Massachusetts. He is currently completing an MFA in poetry at Lesley University. When he is not preoccupied with image and line breaks, he works as a nurse practitioner caring for homeless people in Boston.