This is my friend Zach.
*****
Through the phone I found you in fragments,
Like the IED that exploded and forced a piece in your head.
Holding on to the fragments of youth you kept in between the jumbled
stories of Afghanistan, murder and guns, in the name of our wonderful country,
came flickers of unicycling, dancing, and singing,
and running around in your man thong or cooking dinner,
You introduced me to Olive oil.
I'm angry. I'm sad
War is Fucked up.
I miss you.
*****
Through the phone I found you in fragments,
Like the IED that exploded and forced a piece in your head.
Holding on to the fragments of youth you kept in between the jumbled
stories of Afghanistan, murder and guns, in the name of our wonderful country,
came flickers of unicycling, dancing, and singing,
and running around in your man thong or cooking dinner,
You introduced me to Olive oil.
I'm angry. I'm sad
War is Fucked up.
I miss you.
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