She folds
green sheets
twice over.
Along
the worn
down
edges
she revisits
the memory
of her rape.
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3 comments:
Wow. That is powerful in its brevity and its understatement.
This is the one! I'm linking to this for PWB's collection.
This is the most serious poem I have ever read from you and its remarkable.
Bravo.
The way you don't get over emotional in it, the detachness, the calmness, it provides an almost eerie quality by the last word.
Genius.
quite a it of imagery conjured up with those few words... excellent write....
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