PTSD
is
that
tiny
shovel
they
issued
us
before
Afghanistan
it’s
too
small
and
flimsy
to
dig
a
hole
deep
enough
for
all
the
smells
all
the
tastes
all
the
memories
and
all
the
blood
you
didn’t
think
you
would
bring
home
after
the
war.