Therapy
Her hands beat muscle
with the tenderness of a mallet.
Tendons, on the table, connect
each corner of the present world –
lats curl, hamstrings spasm, calves flex
and one foot howls itself into a crescent.
My jaw aches with …
Blackhawk Crash, Anaconda
Bone-weary eyes scanned the soil and sky for the corner flash
of tracer rounds, night in, night out. The rotor’s muffled hum
betrayed a darkened metal blended against the black,
or, overhead the searchlights’ crescent sweep.
Smitty scanned while Cote …
Overwatch
“Stay watchful,” he says to no one, to the eyes
that would watch, fighting sleep in the intersection
of blood and dust.
Friendlies pass with a glance toward the crest
and a false smile that means, “don’t shoot.”
Rakes, shovels …