Issue 74, Fall-Winter 1978
We are at war and I am on a train leaving for the country.
I am troubled because I suspect it might be better to spend the war in the city.
Out the window I see soldiers cooking lunch in kitchen sinks and other unlikely containers.
Their fires burn cheerily and I am jealous of them.
Beside me is a man from my home town.
I think he should recognize me but he gives no sign of it.
I wonder if perhaps I have re-become a child.
When I get tired of this speculation, I pull the emergency cord.