Sunday, May 19, 2013

Found Poem for The Things They Carried


Very much in love
full of dreams
always laughing over a private joke.
Always envy,
from the other soldiers.
Mary Anne Bell
curious about things.
Bubbliness was suddenly gone
You come over clean,
and you get dirty,
after you're never the same
Vietnam was a powerful drug for her:
mix of unnamed terror,
unnamed pleasure.
The endorphins start to flow,
Adrenaline comes in and,
you become intimate with danger,
 wanting more
wanting to penetrate deeper,
  craving it.

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