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Remains

My son wakes up And calls out to me. His voice is a wave that Passes through the wall That separates us. A hollow cavity. And I say coming. Touch my husband. His Shoulder. Say going. And He is rolling over. … 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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Moon

We are driving home, Passing New York City, On the right, Out the car window, And it is a skyline, In the sky, Like a line of teeth, And my oldest son Finds it, pointing, Telling his younger brother, Saying the … 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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Distance

On my computer there are photographs Of a refugee camp in Kabul, A place where people go When they flee war And become internally displaced, And I am looking at them, The photographs, The people, the camps, huts made out … Continue reading

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Free

Today it is the Fourth of July, And when my son finds me In the hallway, asking why, I tell him about independence And how it means being free. But I already know, how Tonight we will walk down Dark … Continue reading

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Rounds

A soldier is standing in the darkness Next to a door, next to a compound, Holding his M4 close to his body like A child, and it is Because there is an insurgent inside, And he tells himself That all … Continue reading

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