Few want the truth
partner
(as my newly departed
uncle used to call me
a la spaghetti Western)
but you ain't
the only one
who bunches up your blanket
at night
and tosses an arm over it
pretending that it's someone
who's worth a walk through coals
though a captain should know
survivor's guilt be damned
that loose lips
sink ships
with strange ejaculations.
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