Reliability

War has been rationalized
and yet
she dares not eat red cuts of meat
sticky, slow-cooking sauces
potatoes with the peels cut off
soft buns with glazed crusts
hot cheeses
pulling and pulling
lest she remind her body of luxury

she is yet to toss the ration stamp
stashed in her purse
along with the green bills
and the orange ones
and the blues
even the bomb shelter—
the basement, she means
is regularly stocked and the beams
checked for reliability

war has been rationalized
and yet
at night
with her feet not quite on the bed
and her eyes fixed on that point beyond the window
where the hill dips into shadow
and the grass shivers in the breeze
like the fringe of a child
nestled in the warm bosom of sleep
she feels somehow
a dark mass spinning
like propellers
tenderly slicing.

 

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