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NOÖ [14]Elizabeth J. ColenPearl HarborWhen I heard “break squelch” I thought “smear the queer.”The games the boys would play.Admiral stared across the water, never played hopscotch as a boy, never played cricket.Air dense with cloud from water to endless.Did you know he would do this? my mother asked, handling the <strong>of</strong>ficer’s card.Three broken windows in the bitch’s yellow house. He never learned to play nice.Sunset over the Pacific, but we were riding out <strong>of</strong> it.The days grew shorter with speed.Cards in a footlocker, 51, plus jokers.Sailor searched the floor for that diamond four, not worth much, but still.What did they knowand when did they know it?My brother drew a picture <strong>of</strong> her severed head.We didn’t tell the cops.Frank rolled back. Said he didn’t want to know.Or did he? Evidence shows we could decipher code.Evidence shows we couldn’t. Endthe war. My brother put his fist through his bedroom wall.42

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