One Bad Night in Mexico: (But 100 Good Poems in the Usa)

Do you know what its Like to get shot? Now, I turned to my left and just as I straightened out the Toyotas path, I heard some popping sounds, sort of like firecrackers exploding in the distance. In that our windows were up, the sounds were not very distinguishable. However, for some strange reason, I reacted so quickly that it certainly was not a conscious forethought. My head went down as I bent over forward and slightly to my right, just in time to avoid having a bullet hit the back of my...