BY GERDA GOVINE
A 12 year old boy soldier was asked what he missed the most after he was rescued. He said, When I had a gun I never had to worry about food.
Sweet faced boy in a green bandanna.
Hair in his face. Covering his eyes.
His fingers clutch an ice cream cone.
Pistachio. A strawberry on top.
AK 47 leans into him.
He leans into the camera.
The ice cream melting.
Oh, Where is My Candle Hat? published 2012 and Alterations|Thread Light Through Eye of Storm 2015. Work in Altadena Poetry Review Anthology 2015 and Frontera Esquina Magazine in Tijuana.