IRAQ • by Beth Cato

 

she sees it in the glint of midday sun
hears echoes in the backfire of a car
the ping of an aluminum can
on asphalt

screams of children force her
to the floor, reaching for her belt
only to find lip balm, car keys
and a cough drop wrapper

“it’s good to be home,” she says

yet when the tang of dust strikes her
nostrils, when the man in a thick coat
waddles by, when white pills
rest like eggs on the nest of her tongue

she wonders
 

 


Beth Cato is an active member of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America. She’s originally from Hanford, California, but now resides in Buckeye, Arizona, with her husband and son. Despite how often her husband’s co-workers beg, she will not quit writing to bake cookies all day long. Information regarding current projects can always be found at http://www.bethcato.com. Sometimes those projects do include cookies.


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Posted on February 22, 2013 in Literary, Poems
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  • http://postcardpoemsandprose.wordpress.com/ Postcard Poems and Prose

    Simply haunting. You wrap a chilling story up inside this poem. Well done. Dave

  • http://wordskies.wordpress.com Rohini Gupta

    Chilling indeed. Very well written.

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