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Silent Threat

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

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