I’m married to a veteran. He was in four wars. Well, he was
In three.
He was sent to Iraq twice.
And the best thing about it is…
The best thing…
No one asks me any fucking questions.
But when
It comes
To him. Everyone sighs and
Is concerned
Like they aren’t
Thankful this mother
Fucker put it all out. Just so
The rest can Pro –
Test. Comp…
Lane. I stay in mine
And he doesn’t give
A single
Any.
I was married
Three times. Lucky.
But the number;
The Spanish One
From Spain
The individual
Who never said
Anything was still
Not good enough
To try
To claim
My wild heart.
(i hoped so
much)
Reality television
Eats souls deep
While we are a —
Round. We circle
So where
The fuck
Were you.
my last year
every/thing
stuck. to me
(like)
_____static
electric(city)
how (eye) use – you
(ally)
_____align
we never would
have
lined (up)
tell me
a –
gain. tell me
more.
i still. have
these memories —
(and this world)
in it. i found
a voice (that)
i never he(ar)/d
him and eye
did
not tell any —
one. and that
is how we
survive. it’s how
we get by
when he tells
me to(o) – listen
t —
o (o) — it
loud. a language
the couple
of us. talk
about when
we swallow these
secrets. that
not one
can please (he/a/re).
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