Girlgun arm

I woke up as a robot with a
girlgun arm. An arm
that's a girl
that's a gun

and my girlgun arm

shoots salty, salty
shade.

I lay there,
thinking
deeply
of who
needed some.

Who had deserved

to get so played?

But I slipped
back asleep,
before I finished my plan,

and I began to dream
that
I was just a man.