You Can Touch it for a Dime

He’s only attempting to survive.

In a war zone.

By himself.

Putting morality aside.

He’s hungry.

And so are his sisters who are right around the corner.

“Better me than them,” he thinks.

How the fuck do you know what they’re thinking.

I put my hand down my pants and then it just comes to me.

Extra sensory suppositions.

Hands up. The Americans have arrived.