Crime of Honor

By Hilary Sideris

I dream I’m a man
in love with Vincenzo.
We’re in our 2020 Tucson.
He can’t see my pistol
as he parks, confesses
decades of betrayal. È vero—
he twists the figurative
knife—I love somebody
all this time! I pull
the literal trigger,
toss the gun in the river.
I’m old by now, easy
to catch & jail, but sure
my sentence will be light,
passionate as I am,
inclined as judges are
to think of my honor.