SAMANTHA MARRIED TO A SOLDIER
That’s what comes of marrying a soldier.
He’s there and you’re here.
It’s hot as Hades in his desert.
The weather’s just fine
in your temperate zone.
He gets shot at.
Your phone rings.
He scours the countryside
for home-made bombs.
You pick up the receiver.
Any moment could be his last.
You talk to your friend Anita for an hour or two
about how lonely it gets.
He sleeps in a makeshift barracks.
You drift off in your soft and cozy double bed.
He makes it through another day.
Maybe you make it through October.
