Cold as a dry cube of ice
sticking to my tongue,
your eyes freeze me
in suspended
animation,
the last vestige
of a misbegotten effort.
About The Author
Eric Stephenson
Eric Stephenson served in Alpha Company, 2/75th Ranger Battalion from 1982 to 1987. He has taught English at various colleges and universities since 1998 and is the publisher and editor-in-chief of US Represented, as well as a contributing writer.
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