War
A young woman hits me
With her car
Or did I throw myself
Upon it
Later I'm invited to a party
She sits at my table
Her glass of wine
Sits in front of her
I say I'd join her
With my own glass
But I can't drink alcohol
It's been 13 years
Since my last drink I say
It's strange how uncomfortable
That makes me
This is not a meeting
Where I confess my sins
Or even wish to sin with her
As I scan the room for friendlies
In the flames of battle
Barry G. Wick
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