Summer 2011

By Finn Wagner

What you have heard of

thirst is true. My body is at war

with itself. You may call it limerence,

the way the waves crest but never break.

I call it nostalgia–wishing and waiting;

a well where water has yet to taste so good again.

It sloped my chin as I chugged. I wonder

if that was the most integral part of

the experience. My throat.

It is dry with its cracks. And the water is no

remedy. I chuckle. What you

have heard of war is true, too.

By Finn Wagner