“Blood” by Erika Perez
Literature, PoetryThere isn’t blood on your hands yet But I know you could have a memory of it someday You scrub them as if you know this too In the quiet, small town, starless night The way you hold me seems practiced but innocent I think about you changing out of your t shirt Into the rough green fatigues I’ve seen my brother wear I hope to God we come back together unscathed