how many no's
must i know
intimately, profoundly personally
shot at me like arrows
from your evasive bow?
why do i play a war hero?
pull the splintered wood from my arm
grasp the flow of blood
seeping into the crevices of my fingers

i move forward
no injury great enough
the hands that wound me
innocent until proven guilty

09/24/2011

Posted on 09/25/2011
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