War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

coffee



driving north to garrison, the big box store highway, a long S of cars, mini-vans, trucks, curled around Tim’s, like LAVs at the refuelers on Ex before dawn, cigarettes lit, AC/DC, SlipKnot, ipods, on

the snake waits – hot double double – black and white diesel – rattles soldiers awake.



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