| Saturday, February 16, 2008 9:26PM |
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| Warrior |
Posted By: Jayne Lyn Stahl
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he sits
across from
me on the train
his
face like
rubber or
a uniform
wearing
thin
maybe
he has come
from
war I
want to
ask
which one but
scar tissue forms
around his mouth and
dark glasses
hide his
eyes
he tells me
he sees flags
now
where roses once were
his suitcase is
filled with
rotting
teeth I watch as
he rolls his
tongue
across his
lips like
a song
he can't remember.
maybe he
mistakes me for
another
as he
clutches
a bottle of
wine maybe
he is convinced
he is
going
home.
I try to
tell him
this is
his war but
he doesn't
believe me. |
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