She may be being beaten
As we read this
Together,
Hold on, it sounds morbid, but there is nothing that can be done to stop it.
One learns to accept the role of I-witness, until one cannot bear to watch-
And then instead of gashes and broken bones, he could be pushing
Her buttons, shoving
Thing in corners
And covering them up with
Sickness.
He certainly demands
ATTENTION! Obedience and privacy,
Of course, isolation and abuse are like marriages,
Ownership issues and subtle clues, like Grand Canyon colors,
Naturally, it was about the little words, the little monies,
The precious little time, the violent vices, the weak needs
And the only daughter they despise.
She is cowering, her nose red, her eyes black, her thoughts run away with the
Memories, tapes we tried to unstick, etchings I attempted to erase by
Geography and sandy paper,
Moments that seemed frozen
Then
And then
And then
And then...
Painting by John Reinhard Weguelin, Woman in the reeds c. 1895 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
