...standing up for peace...

i stand vigil outside the post office, a candle clenched in my cold fist. i am 30 years younger than anyone else there, but that doesn't faze me. i have a slight, retainer-induced lisp, but my voice is clear and strong as i read the names of californians killed in this useless war. hot wax spills on my skin and i gasp. i am part of this world, and my light will not go out.