A Sailor’s Dilemma


He asked me to break his kneecap when we hit port in Israel.

This was his ticket home.

He hadn’t seen his kids in a year.

His wife had started stripping.

Along the Jordan, he handed me a stone.

I hurled it into the river and hugged him until his eyes were dry.

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