These past few weeks I'm more than just aware
of where he is--I'm hypersensitive,
stretched thin as a length of wire, a hair-
trigger mechanism. Nothing can live,
near me. I twitch each time the telephone
rings through the dark, so like a warning bell
I want to run from it, escape the Green Zone
of this house. Who said that war is hell?
Well, waiting can be worse. Show me a guy
shipped overseas, and I'll show you a wife
who sees disaster dropping from the sky.
The ambush always comes, her husband's life
a road of booby traps and blind spots made
to hide the rock, the shell, the thrown grenade.
- Sign Inventory:
- text begins by relating things to the domestic
- uses the domestic sphere, a place typically characterized as: a safe-haven, comfort, and protection, to describe the inescapable 'situational awareness'
- relates elements of the home to elements of the war
- the poem suggests that even in the home the speaker (and her husband) is unable to escape the confines of war
- the overall tonal register of the poem seems two-fold: on the one hand, there is a sense of paranoia and nostalgia; on the other hand, the tone suggests that the speaker is on an emotional roller-coaster, filling: frustration, tension, uneasiness, bitterness, etc..
- the poem presents abstraction and ambiguity, but in a way that presents concrete notion and reality
- again, the poem is very formalistic; has a formal rhyme scheme pattern.
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