You danced on the beach on Armistice Day.
There were no kindly sellers of poppies.
we did not need to justify our lack of red to anyone.
Your bones and sinew are as fragile as any girls.
this is true of every little boy.
your curls, your pointed chin, the way you laugh as an alto.
As a young girl, I wanted to be sturdy and strong
to save things.
I was not taught that the keeping of the world
depended on body's destruction.
It was my soul that would be be required.
My soul and the too pointedness of my chin.
We can be strong together, dear boy.
You and I.
You do not need to be cannon fodder. I do not need
to bury desire
God, Mother!
We can walk together. We can have the same heroines (heroes)!
We do not have to become scared in order to be brave.
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