I need to talk.
Of course.
Who else will listen?
No one else.
Well, I woke one night to a mortar
whistling low as a strolling beat cop.
this one died looking up at the sky
That one didn’t even see the trip wire.
What made me spot the monarch
writhing on a single thread
I don’t know,
but I sure am glad.
A rocket blew out my window once
Like a benediction of blue
Exactly!
Where you would have been that moment
but I stopped to take a leak.
What did I know about war?
I feel like I’m down there
Why did I talk
to the recruiter like she was a girl lounging
on a beach?
a flash of legs
And I wrenched my shirt off
and sprinted with her
into the whitecaps,
laughing.