I’m forgetting what you look like, thank god.
I still remember the hooked nose, shriveled face, eyebrows unkempt
Were those glasses that made your eyes so big? or was it the way I rememremember
how liquid they were, how large and brown
I saw them but no one really saw you at all.
Oh, what big hands you had! What strength
for such a frail-looking-thing
fingers pressed into my ass, riding over my breasts
holding me to your fetid heat as I struggled (my woodsman never came)
And what big lips you had
that kissed me on the cheek when i turned my head
your laughter pressed against my ear
whispering to calm down
asking if i liked it (The many faces peeeering, passing on the street/their absence said yes/the black girl likes it/yes yes shesfine)
How light you were! How brittle!
Oh, I could have snapped you like a twig
instead of faaalling inside myself like a child,
eyes rolling madly in my head (where is my woodsman where is my woodsman where is he?)
my push-away hands unmoving
my get-away mouth not screaming
my red cape no shield to me at all.
*(Please check back later, audio version coming soon)