Text Box: ON FUCKING WAR Opening the cabinet door under my sink in my new apartment I view a sticker which reads “FUCK WAR.” Now I’m thinking that I like to fuck women and when times are spare my right hand will do--but I don’t want to fuck war. I want to go down on peace, give head to prosperity and promise; finger work a world where every man-woman-child has a full belly of hope with tongue to all languages. A long lick from my toes to my chin and my eyes rolling back in ecstasy—then the smell of my lover, the sound of her sleep. © 2005 Dan Kantak