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Golf

When they ask me if, If my husband can go Back to war, I say yes, Because he is in the military And he can always go back, Back to war, And I use words like lottery And involuntary recall and How we do not … 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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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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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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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how When my husband came home, The men from Afghanistan would Write my husband letters, saying, Come back, How they would ask him, To bring his wife, his children, … Continue reading

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Slide

I am reading The Blue Cascade, A book by a Marine I know, who went to war in Iraq, And was an artillery liaison officer, Attached to an infantry battalion, And a forward observer, who Made the radio call for … 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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