Monday, March 07, 2005
The Truth Between Us
You
drive me to school
fetch me from work
carry my bag
mark my papers
compute my grades
yet
your
snake tongue
invades
my lips --
cool.
You
orchestrate my dinner
temper my bath
tweeze my leg hair
massage my limbs
arrange my music
yet
your
bear paws
maul
my breasts --
flat.
You
screen my email
ravage my diaries
cut out my family
from my childhood pictures
so
your
bull shaft
rams through
my forced spread thighs --
shut.
cJCP, 2002
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3 comments:
That is quite a poem, Jean. Intimate images...
thank you, jazzman.
the poem was an attempt to finally speak the truth of a horror i was going through... when nothing was quite what it seemed... nobody knew because everything seemed perfect from the outside...
truth is not always what it appears to be, that's what i've learned.
yet one must have courage to name that truth, still, to break free.
She's got to have a super A+ in English...
or she's an English teacher (?)
I originally thought the "you" in the poem was a PC... maybe I was wrong :-P
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