Disconnected at the Hips

"I accept the fact that as a ranger, my country expects me to move further, faster, and fight harder than any other soldier." 
     --Ranger Creed

Disconnected at the Hips

my days stop

for maybe twenty minutes

before the next one

begins

they call this droning

i quit wearing underwear

last week

you know? to save time

and i started chewing

tree bark

yesterday, i saw a black bear

but nobody believes me

and the day before

i split my pants

my nutsack just hung there

like a tree ornament

since i wasn’t wearing undies

and all

today, i sold my lunch for forty bucks

to a private from boston

he pronounces hooters

whoo-das

i could definitely go for some hot wings

and a beer

well, i’m getting ready to jump

into the everglades now

by the way

i really miss you

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This is my Mary Ruefle imitation poem. I tried to create something that seemed disconnected and "fragmented" like the original title was. But I also wanted to create a world that seems outside of reality.  This poem was inspired by letters my husband wrote me during his time  at Army Ranger School.