'what do you tell a woman
with two black eyes?'
he says, the whites of his teeth,
dark lips, own eyes wide
anticipating the payoff
'nothing, you already told her---
& it takes a moment, half the male pop-
ulation already tittering, ladies smolder-
ing---perhaps shock at his callousness
silences me for seconds---
it's not that he's a bad kid, or even labeled
misunderstood, nor a member of the locker
room club, just a boy in first period
who thinks its funny
to beat on women & he's not alone
obviously---i mean what isn't fun about the wet crunch
of bone as knuckles crack cartilage & sockets, broken
vessels filling in flesh like crayons melting
in the summer sun on the dashboard of dad's
pickup truck---'fuckin' & cookin'---that's what
they good fer, aher, aher'
& the way they beg for more, 'dont....stop....'
's what i heard, or 'that's what she said'
& their laughing, they're laughing,
a pack of jackals, spittle
spinning off their chins cornering a cub
circling in for the kill...HahAhaHAha
& no pin drops
& wind whistle through the ruins
of homes, passed every day, of people
respected in community, church on sunday,
all-american & charming
but behind closed doors
& the stain creeps along the wall, if noticed
dismissed by accessories of complacency
'what? it's just a joke."
'Everyone have a seat!
let's talk about black eyes
Today @ dVerse Poets, I am hosting Poetics & bringing along a long time blog friend SueAnn, who has graciously provided her photographic art for inspiration. The above is just one of several pictures we will be using to write today. I will open the doors at 3 PM EST. See you then.
I had planned another write, but this was a bit of my day in my classroom yesterday that just kinda forced its way onto my page.