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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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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, Hypodermic and laying, On the side of the road, Dumped there from a trash can Overturned on trash day. Which side, my husband asks me, And he is looking at our bed, … Continue reading

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Tissue

There is an Afghan journalist, Living in Kabul and in this war, And he tells me about his injuries, How he has six fresh shrapnel wounds, And two bullet wounds that are healing, And I am mowing the lawn, Here, … Continue reading

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Snap

When my husband goes to war He walks out of a door, and Into the darkness of our front lawn, With grass curling around his feet Like snakes, and the street is a river, This foreign territory, now, Now that … Continue reading

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