While I eat an ice cream

While I eat an ice cream
a tank burns to my left
to the right, on the bench of my first kiss,
soldiers’ caps rest
kissed by bullets

I lost sixty-two hours
in basements where family turned to strangers
and strangers became family

where I learned the difference
between the sound of a bomb
that floats silently through the air
and sometimes just passes (glide bomb)
and one that shatters into pieces
just before hitting the ground (cluster bomb)

Soon, when I’ve finished my ice cream
I’ll drop the wrapper
right on the ground
somewhere near where our freezer used to be

after that, I’ll never eat sugar again