Christina A. Sharik


My brother and I argued
via e-mail, weeks ago
I should be more forgiving
but one sentence won’t let go…

I think you are obsessed,
said he
with Nam vets by the score –
Give it up, and let it die there
we aren’t fighting anymore.

I paraphrase his words, here,
but you get the gist, I know
I care for all the Nam vets –
He never went, he didn’t go…

He hurt me when he said that. –
I’m sure he knows it now.

Rest assured, my Nam vets
No one’s words will stop me,
no words,
no way,
no how.