Monthly Archives: September 2010

Wound

Posted on September 26, 2010 by

They call it ballistic trauma this hole in him. There are words like migration and lodging When a bullet moves through the body stops And stays like when he comes home like that. On the television news they are trying … Continue reading →

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Degrees

Posted on September 21, 2010 by

I imagined being a widow too many times At the grave site mourning what lies below Telling our children that he is gone, gone. But also weaving the halls in a foreign hospital In Kuwait or Germany.  Halls that wrap … Continue reading →

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Hole

Posted on September 11, 2010 by

My husband came home today with a hole in his head. It is always a convoy going somewhere mission nowhere A bomb going off a head exploding like this or this or this We go to the VA hospital.  From … Continue reading →

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Cactus

Posted on September 3, 2010 by

Being a military wife can get lonely. Before you know it they all say he will be home. But before you know it You could end up in this bar And down the road to this motel With a key … Continue reading →

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Over

Posted on September 1, 2010 by

I watch the speech on the television While I fold laundry His shirts his socks all of him folded back into my drawers. The president looks good tonight And I go to bed poking him in bed Saying softly the … Continue reading →

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