Poem 292 ± March 22, 2016

Sergio Ortiz
The War We Fought

I handed you
my anonymity before
the war…
hoping you’d last forever
on my bed

the war we fought
our bedsheets full of sex—
ah, the past
we try to clean it up
put in order our today

I wait for an echo
but the smoldering cannabis
of my sorrow
doesn’t answer—
Good Morning, Vietnam!

Sergio OrtizSergio Ortiz is the author of At the Tail End of Dusk (Flutter Press, 2009), Topography of Desire (Ronin Press, 2010), The Sugarcane Harvest (Avantacular Press, 2010), and Wet Stones and Bedbugs in My Mattress (Flutter Press, 2010). A retired educator, poet, and photographer, Sergio
is editor of Undertow Tanka Review.

This poem is not previously published.