my cold dead fingers.

I was on the sofa

Nursing my first son and

Listening to the news of

Bombs dropping in Iraq.

I told myself that

Donald Rumsfeld

Would have to tear my son

From my cold dead fingers.

Today, we live in Canada.

 

drafts.

they are what happens when people stop wanting to die for someone else’s profit.

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