02-21-2018, 01:43 AM
political read for me. white linens -- surrender, or mourning shrouds? or even skin--- i'm certain that sun talks of power, as well as that same freedom kids enjoy running down their backyards at noontime (at least according to my consumption of american media; over here that time's oft too hot to play in). and then squinting: certainly significant, but right now i can't quite put words to it. the issue then arrives at the third stanza: black [skin?] bulletproof [and if skin, certainly not, but then i can't be sure if the person, in his fear of this non-fact, is being reproached, rather than, with the too-calm acknowledgement of his fear (of his *terror*, another loaded term), being comforted], ricochets now enforcing my more concrete associations of this piece with the recent florida shootings... and yeah, i definitely feel like this is related to those shootings, with that last stanza (gun closet ~ gun control, bourbon as symbol of decadence, wounds ~ bulletholes). but, as with my note on the piece's general tone being too ambiguous, the piece's symbolism is a little too subtle (particularly the bourbon, as i would take such alcoholic disinfection to be a good thing, if not a smart thing), and overall these two too's make for a confusing, uncomfortable-in-a-useless-way read.