Tag Archives: September 11

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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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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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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Memorial

I go to New Jersey, To a memorial for my aunt, Where her two sons stood In front of a room of people And tried to say the words good and bye, And where I watched my own mother, Stand … 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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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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Wash

I am standing in my dark garage, Unloading a washing machine, facing a concrete wall, and I am pulling the clothing out, out of the washing machine, A shirt by the left arm, a pair of pants by one leg, … Continue reading

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