Tuesday, October 7, 2008

She folds 
green sheets
twice over.

Along 
the worn 
down
edges

she revisits
the memory
of her rape.

3 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

Wow. That is powerful in its brevity and its understatement.

writerwoman said...

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.

paisley said...

quite a it of imagery conjured up with those few words... excellent write....