K a t i e   L o n g o f o n o

 

Like Teeth in a Row

 

I see soldiers everywhere. I know them 

by their posture, self-awareness, 

how they are being watched but pretend 

not to notice. I almost stop to say 

I made love to a soldier once, I know 

what your hands are like, I've touched 

those boots, that cheek. Every soldier 

is the same until the clothes come off, 

until the neck, the arms, the stubble 

and silk lie still and exposed.