I once believed in them allóSanta Claus,
the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy,
every cleaned pistol on our kitchen table,
and every soldierís basic infantry manual
essential for our lives. I believed
Iíd never grow up, that I would eventually
read every book at the base library,
that Mrs. Moffatt my 4th grade teacher loved me
like a daughter. I believed twelve schools
in twelve years was normal,
that life at home would settle down. I believed
the President, my fatherís company commander,
the Germans who never mentioned Jews. I believed
in Jesus who would save us all. I believed
that the priest I once went to speak with
knew what path I should take,
even when I rang his bell well past midnight.
I believed that my husband meant what he said.
I believed everyone in The Department got paid
the same, fairly and on time. I believed my efforts
would get me somewhere, though
I never knew where that somewhere was.
1. essay in Waxwing Magazine, spring 2018, "Distinguished Member of the Regiment"
2. essay in Solstice Literary Magazine, spring 2018, "Come Home in Glory"
3. poem in Stone Canoe, spring 2018. "Geometry Class"
4. Essay in Post Road, 2018, "Saudade"