Old Europe and LoveDonald Illich
Streets named for World War battles. We were defeated here. Victorious there. On Somme Avenue, we fought to a standstill, until our argument poisoned the air, battalions of nouns and verbs fell far below forgiveness. Near Normandy we invaded each other, so neither of us could determine who was thrust back from the shore, and who withstood machine gun fire from above to reunite our forces. Now we're both wed in Berlin, ready for our children to cross the Rhine to school to find new friends over the Marne, beyond the Channel, to neighborhoods sprinkled with seas and the vessels they'll set sail in, leaving us, Old Europe, its destructive battles, carrying the scars to their cohabitations, American Civil Wars.
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