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Fill

I am standing in the kitchen When I hear him, My hands and arms, Wrist deep, In a sink full of water, And my son is crying, My son, Who is five years old Now, But cannot speak, Not more … Continue reading

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Matter

My older son is looking For the quotient, Because he is doing math And it is a problem Of division, And I tell him how the total Number can be divided into Parts And how, sometimes, sometimes There is a … Continue reading

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Structure

My son is sitting At the kitchen table Talking about the textual structures He learned about in school, or how There is description and sequencing Or cause and effect and Problem and solution, And how sometimes they overlap, Overlap on … Continue reading

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Grenade

We are awake Still and Sitting in the dark Of our living room, Talking about it Again, About getting out or staying in, In the military, How we are in the military And I want to get out. And we … Continue reading

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Circuit

The power goes off again In this condo I am living in Since my husband left, Left for war. And my neighbor comes over, With a flashlight in his hand, Saying something about how A line went down and Just … Continue reading

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No

Eighty seconds, my mother says, Over the telephone. And she is telling me, How a girl died, how She was killed, Shot point-blank at school By another student, With a shotgun, or How her head was a target. And I am talking Over … Continue reading

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Hand

I am practicing spelling with my son, Saying the word sever out loud, Letter by letter, joining together, Like bones. And my son is telling me about how, He was playing with his friends and One of them pretended that … Continue reading

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