Many tourists packed “atomic box lunches” and had picnics as close to ground zero as the government restrictions would allow. – “Atomic Tourism in Nevada,”

Sparrow, my son whispers,

you stopped singing.


Cloudless blue. We are a privileged

family to view our sky kiss


high-quality bombs. I am a good

mother. I know this. I do not need


your promise, little bird. They call it

devastation. Greatest devastation


in the world. My son is not devastated.

My son on my lap, they test the atomic bomb.


My son leans into my chest, dull

from the summer heat. Half-eaten apple.


It’s all we’ll talk about, the bomb,

the bombs, at the grocery store,


at church. Until we speak of, once

more, the weather. Sparrow, I think


we forgot.