soldier

i was supposed to be a soldier
wrapped in gauze
changing the text from red to blue
on the glowing screen

One in the
dusty morning came around
and my fingers stumbled
to write about causes and effects
of wars
and words worth thinking about
as my spastic hands
curled over
the damp keyboard

i was mistaken to be wrapped in lace and tulle
draped over my bony hips
that weren't changed by the spaghetti bolognese
i ate last night