I’m sure the policy pundits never
consider my silent threat, the shadow
of the days, the nights you travel
between hooch and head, head
and gym, gym and dining facility,
dining facility and hospital and back.
Again, again. The days, the nights
you listen (hard enough?) for the whine
of incoming before it falls on the spot
where you were about to put your foot,
the click of a digital phone just dialed,
before it explodes the silent ground.
Or maybe it’s your simple satellite call,
three am news about a friend’s misstep.
Caroline LeBlanc, MAMF Writer-in-Residence