Lucky

When you call me from Afghanistan,

I imagine our words are like snakes, moving through grass, and

On water, crossing over oceans and countries and time changes

Slithering back and forth in between us, and then coiling

Into the sentences of a conversation that could be our last.

And I am standing here, now, in our kitchen, listening

To you tell me how I am a lucky wife,

Because you are allowed to call me,

And I am able to hear your voice,

And know, know you are still alive.

But the other part is this,

How there are days when you don’t call,

How there once was a whole week,

Seven days of silence, when you didn’t call.

And how when that happens, I have to just

Go about my day, like it is normal,

Folding some old shirts of yours

I found in a gym bag in the closet,

And placing them in your drawer,

As if I know that, at the end of this,

You are going to come home.

But the only thing I really know is this,

What the silence means,

How when a soldier is killed,

They shut down all communication,

So that the news will not leak out,

And snake its way back to America,

Before, before the family is officially notified.

And I am thinking about next time, next time

The silence comes, and how I will not know

Whether it is my husband,

If it is my husband who is dead.

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One Response to Lucky

  1. Hi, Amalie!

    Great work, as usual! It’s always a pleasure to read you.

    Thank you!
    Marco

    PS: If you don’t mind, I will share this on Twitter 😉

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