Tag Archives: wife and war

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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Migrate

At the pond We see frogs, Hundreds, my son says, How there are so many Frogs, as we walk past The pond, Or how they are small, Maybe two centimeters, Or how their bodies look Like stones, Until they Move, … Continue reading

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Horn

The house is growing Dark When I drive up Our driveway and sit In my car, this night Spreading Out around me, and I can see The house and My husband who Is standing near The window, Pulling the curtain … 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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Structure

My son is sitting At the kitchen table Talking about the textual structures He learned about in school, or how There is description and sequencing Or cause and effect and Problem and solution, And how sometimes they overlap, Overlap on … Continue reading

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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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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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