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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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Circuit

The power goes off again In this condo I am living in Since my husband left, Left for war. And my neighbor comes over, With a flashlight in his hand, Saying something about how A line went down and Just … Continue reading

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Turns

I am driving in my car, Down streets that cut Across the throats of one another, And I am listening to the news radio, Talk about the transition in Afghanistan, Or what will happen, When we leave, and I think … Continue reading

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Sclera

We are at the eye doctor And she is showing us a diagram Of the human eye, the pupil and Iris and how the white of the eye Is called the sclera, a fibrous tissue That stretches from the cornea … 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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Ventricle

When a soldier deploys to war, He goes to a country with Bombs and bullets, and wears Kevlar body armor, with plates, A ballistic chest plate covering His heart, And when a soldier patrols a town, He carries his M4, … 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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