I See Her Now

A poem that will be in Red Riding Hood's Sister.

"I See Her Now" was published in Switchgrass Review Vol 2, 2016 (Coastal Bend Wellness Foundation and Texas A&M Corpus Christi).

In February 2018 it will come out in Janet Kuypers' cc&d magazine. It was recently posted online in her Scars TV:
 http://scars.tv/cgi-bin/framesmain.pl?writers 


I See Her Now

I see her now in a dark house,
dressing without the light so she won't disturb him
so she can feel her hands on the jeans 
and the soft cotton of the tee shirt
as if she were blind.

I see her bathing in the tub 
where she has painted a mermaid with flowing hair.
Her own hair floats around her in shampoo and froth
but she opens her eyes to the sting of soap
afraid he will enter and push her under.

She will not leave.
Every day she looks at the windows
if I had to I could leap through
I must remember to keep my arms over my face

The basement has no exit but the stairs.
He found her there as she loaded the washer.
He put hands to her throat his fingers were light.
There were no marks when he took them down

She wonders if it happened.

At night they press close. I see them lying at ease
breath as soft as dark through the summer window.
His hate stirs--she feels it flow toward her
green through the night air
She does not move.  Better that he not know I know

She dreams she is dancing with a radioactive man
he is dying green shining
and because she holds him close
soft breathing to the music fallout
she too will die

and still she will not leave.

She sits on the side of the bed 
her legs start running they chatter like teeth

He says to her in the emergency room
blood on her face and his face white
We cannot go on like this I will give you a divorce
He stands over her in suit and tie
only his cuff is bloody

Her head hurts when she moves it
No she says no

I see her in the garden gathering tomatoes
scarlet in the colander and beans green translucent at the edges.
She looks toward the house. She will have to go in soon.
Her mind is full of fog her thoughts dodge in the mist
He is waiting for his supper I will have to go in soon



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