the time between wars
There was a lot of shooting…
catalogue stuff
with catered lunch
(quinoa burgers,
breaded shittake mushrooms
that tasted like meat
mixed greens and razor-sliced red peppers)
casual conversation about learning to surf
at a resort in Mexico
“the sorest I’ve ever been in my life”
the news magazines were starting to show pictures
of damaged soldiers
women with wrapped stumps and robotic legs
men’s faces erased with layers of scar tissue
returning home to (former?) lovers
the mail order catalogues were showing
artificially stressed hutches
wreathes of lavender for the bathroom
on location in Napa
while the empire looked for new markets
to conquer
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