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Horn

The house is growing Dark When I drive up Our driveway and sit In my car, this night Spreading Out around me, and I can see The house and My husband who Is standing near The window, Pulling the curtain … Continue reading

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Fall

Iraq, I tell my husband, As we stand in our kitchen, Where he is holding a knife In his hand and strawberries In his other hand, That he grew in the garden He planted when He came home from war, … Continue reading

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