I used to wear my grandfather’s army jacket
to high school, rolled the sleeves up
in the summer and safety pinned
acronyms and adjectives
Sublime and Crass, AFI and NOFX
on a faded-green camouflage background.
I wore that jacket every day without thinking
of a twelve-year-old boy
riding a hollow-body bicycle packed
with explosives into a tangle
of tents and
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