Some measure of trepidation
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
it is not without
some measure of trepidation
that i tell you
i came here to fight but not to suffer.
i will call you brother
and be hungry
and i will migrate
remembering home as it was
and as i wished it had been
it’s true
i already know calluses on my hands
and the smell of dust in the kitchen air,
the blackness that gets in your nose
that comes out each night under…

