Monday, February 05, 2007

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
rather than protective services

The police were called
to hear her story--
to record the official
to be stored
in a computer

These little tragedies
piling up
like laundry

this afternoon, so ordinary
and forgettable
seared into

the winter sun
slipping under
the classroom blinds


Blogger Deezee said...


11:08 PM  
Blogger jen said...

stored in the computer, forgotten, misplaced, and overlooked.

i am jaded.

ps. it was beautiful, as always.

6:38 PM  
Blogger Kathleen said...

i don't even know what to say...
and i am afraid to come upstairs and even ask...

3:31 AM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

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.

5:02 AM  
Blogger writerwoman said...

I love the line that compares tragedies to piles of laundry. That line could start a novel.

11:49 PM  

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