Soldier

We – A month I neglected tolook atyou –you begged me –like without my eyesyou don’texist. You’re dressedin blackT-shirt, jeans,broad shouldersfill out your leather jacket. You look un-ironed Your hipsslim slippedinto black jeanswith white knees faded. Your stomach – guarded.Below your sternum:A soldier wound –A gaping – blownapart, cavernous hole. I know it exists. SeenContinue reading “Soldier”