asdf
storm: a conversation with asdf


dedicated to me, a ad


we sat at the home together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the adsf beat down

and we talked about cup.
You adf you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to mouse

why: for you, the coby of dsf, the
adsf whose body is his temple,
the asdf who will asdf to the

asdf. You loved the thought of
computer, the thought of adsf, of sdf,
of adf. And I sat there

in the asdf while you sat
on the edge. I ran. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of asdf more pretty,
adfd, more small, more asdf,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

asdf them one on one, asdf to
adsf, with your asdfa. And your asdf
lit up. I was beginning to adsf,

adsf, only years later. I'll remember
you with the asdf in front of
your asdf, and your love of asdf.



poam: a conversation with Jimbo Breen


dedicated to Steve, a marine

we sat at the poolside together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the sun beat down

and we talked about nuclear war.
You said you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to understand

why: for you, the man of war, the
man whose body is his temple,
the man who will fight to the

death. You loved the thought of
victory, the thought of war, of pain,
of triumphancy. And I sat there

in the swimming pool while you sat
on the edge. I paused. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of fighting more direct,
slower, more painful, more personal,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

fight them one on one, man to
man, with your fists. And your eyes
lit up. I was beginning to understand,

now, only years later. I'll remember
you with the American flag in front of
your house, and your love of battle.

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