Tag: scars


Peace, Part II

I don't know what you call
the opposite of a land mine
but I found another today.
I was cleaning
and I found a dusty jar of kohlrabi pickles
sealed in the summer just before the war.
I've kept these pickles a long time—
there were days
I wouldn't look …
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Scars We Touch

How curious
how our deepest wounds,
transformed,
become scars we touch
to remember
who we are.
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Humans

The first time I ever kissed a girl
on a couch, what struck me
most was not elation or desire
but the abrupt realization
that other human beings have mass
and fluids and upper lip hair
and probably feelings.
I was not a hot air balloon
drifting to cloud nine …
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Peace

War never ends
as easily as it begins.
You get your hands dirty,
do what needs to be done
to stop the fighting—
flee, surrender, sign treaties,
drive out the enemy, burn every village,
hunt down every villager—whatever
is necessary. Do that and the fighting stops,
the skies clear …
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