I did not dream of u, instead,
I dremt of playing war
Except my rusty musket
Was cold and heavy and loaded
Except the enemy were my friends
And we could talk ab life across no mans land
-five feet of gray threadbare carpet
we sat on our risers like children in a gradeskool choir
across from one another
one to another talking ab life
waiting for war to start
my cold weight musket switched sweaty hands
shook between my palms
waiting to start
I did not want to play war
Fidgeting, my thumb slipped on the safety clik
I crunched the trigger in my panic
its thin barrel hit me hard on my cheek
I had missed but I cried I cried
I want to go bak to dreaming u
We only play risk
With lie coated candies
Feb 11, 03
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