armistice
i'd like to lie
with my head on your chest again
for just a little
and hear
your heart
and remember
you are alive, we both
have survived
this war. i am sorry
for my absence
in the foxholes
sorry for what may not be mended;
but i still speak truly
when i speak of love
and i still miss your eyes
and your taste. let there be comfort
between us.
let me pick you a poppy, just one.
—kiam, 5/7/99 for G