Little Tragedies
"She was beat with a belt"
after the consequences had been
passed out by me
the afternoon before
Of course there were marks—
bruises on the back of her legs
while she mistakenly asked to meet
immigration
rather than protective services
The police were called
to hear her story--
to record the official
documentation
to be stored
in a computer
These little tragedies
piling up
like laundry
this afternoon, so ordinary
and forgettable
seared into
memory
the winter sun
slipping under
the classroom blinds
after the consequences had been
passed out by me
the afternoon before
Of course there were marks—
bruises on the back of her legs
while she mistakenly asked to meet
immigration
rather than protective services
The police were called
to hear her story--
to record the official
documentation
to be stored
in a computer
These little tragedies
piling up
like laundry
this afternoon, so ordinary
and forgettable
seared into
memory
the winter sun
slipping under
the classroom blinds
posted by Emily at 10:30 PM
5 Comments:
speechless...
stored in the computer, forgotten, misplaced, and overlooked.
love,
i am jaded.
ps. it was beautiful, as always.
oh!
i don't even know what to say...
and i am afraid to come upstairs and even ask...
I love the way you end this - a focus on something ordinary, but what has been written about before that - the bitter story - is still a vivid impression. Like the shadows left inside your eyes after having seen a sharp light.
I love the line that compares tragedies to piles of laundry. That line could start a novel.
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