Saturday, May 28, 2011

365 Jobs, Day 148: Bombland (Dream Two)

Saturday, May 28, 1983

Sometimes the monsters aren't imaginary.  Nineteen years before the mandap, on a Memorial Day weekend, this happened:


She of four years, nine months,
wide eyes, fragile bones,
wakes screaming, runs through
the dark house.  I catch her.
She says, "I can't stop thinking about bombs."
I hold her.  Hot flesh.  Rabbit pulse.
"I just couldn't stop thinking."

We share a lap, a cuddle, a cup
of hot chocolate.  She says,
"They scare  me.
You know where they come from? 
They come from Bombland
I hope they always stay  there.  I
hate the people who make bombs."

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