a poem by everett cox

She put her face right into mine.

I mean,

right into mine.

You know how to survive,

she said.

You know how to stay alive.

I want to survive, too. 

You tell me, she said, 

her face still in mine,

how to stay alive

I'm out 8 years.

I'm barely hanging on.

I told her what I knew.

Go into nature.

Be physical.

Use your hands.

Put them into the earth.

Find camaraderie.

Doesn't have to be vets.

Get out.

Make the effort. 

She bit my soul,

chewed hard my words,

in her terrible terror.