A collection of poems about being a military spouse, survival, war, pacificism, identity, grief, and love.
from Hello, I Am Not a Soldier: "And yet I wear caution like a uniform / now, pulling myself into its rough sleeves // and old boots each morning / before I even think of coffee or how // the me who returns to this bed will not be / the me who left it."
from When I Tell You I Love You: "we feel / what I think is love fumbling for the generator, / lights blinking on in the city of us, / and there are people with suitcases lined up / on the streets of our marriage like memories, / and when I tell you I love you what I mean is / our memories travel in times of upheaval / from the mind toward the rib cage, crossing / that treacherous, tender river of throat."
from What It's Like to Wonder Whose Country it Was First: "it must have happened: a drink from a stream / so perfect a man broke his heart on it. In his grief, / he called it his, and we've been dying ever since."
Powerful, a voice for the ages, intricate in it's exploration and so very human. It's a beautiful book, hungrily readable, so rich and full of life (+ death). I feel the music. Highly recommend.