Something From The Woman I Left Behind - Poem by Shirley Alexander
the seventh anniversary of our marriage
we spent the night in a van,
on top of Brasstown Bald mountain.
He slipped a pistol under the mattress
and said we would be safe
Vandals wear many disguises
and the violated learns, eventually,
to recognize the mask.
wrapped in my own arms,
the scent of his whiskey on my neck,
bruises on bare trembling legs;
I stood naked before the moon.
In cold October air,
had to find my way back
© Shirley Alexander
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