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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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Helmet

Ten years, my husband is saying, As we put our sons to bed, turn On the dishwasher, turn it off, The ceiling light in the kitchen, Above our heads, and we are Turning towards one another, Or turning around corners, … Continue reading

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Half

The museum has a photograph Of a pair of shoes from 9/11, A pair of black high heel shoes That are scuffed on the sides. And seeing them Brings me back To that day, Planes hitting, Bodies falling, Or how … Continue reading

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Birthday

When you came home from war, You gave me a stone shaped like a heart, A piece of rock mined in Afghanistan, That you bought in a marketplace in Kabul, Before they sent you home to America, A stone called … Continue reading

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Ventricle

When a soldier deploys to war, He goes to a country with Bombs and bullets, and wears Kevlar body armor, with plates, A ballistic chest plate covering His heart, And when a soldier patrols a town, He carries his M4, … Continue reading

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Country

America is at war, my oldest son, Says, just seven years old, now, And I am unloading a dishwasher, Taking out china plates that are Clean like faces, and stacking them. And they are teaching him about war, At school, … Continue reading

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Scope

When I talk about the night raids, My husband’s face closes like a door, Because I am asking how, how it works, But I should know better, Because this is war, And there are things he cannot say. What I … Continue reading

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