shoot me without remorse,
I'm the perfect bullseye.
my broad chest,
braved blows stronger than most.
so, go ahead,
don't hold back those arrows.
see how much
I've weathered already,
see where I've arrived.
in the golden state, in the city,
built on wealth,
there's a place for one like me.
... yet, when on a chilly morning,
I run along the water's edge,
let seagull cries invade
my ears, desperate and
piercing,
echoing the same
as my own.