couldn’t just stay there with her and
she assumed everyone had some place to go because that’s
how life is it seems in the main and I went to the peace office
and instead o f typing letters for the peace boys I wrote to
newspapers saying I had been hurt and it was bad and not all
right and because I didn’t know sophisticated words I used the
words I knew and they were very shocked to death; and the
peace boys were in the office and I refused to type a letter for
one o f them because I was doing this and he read m y letter out
loud to everyone in the room over m y shoulder and they all
laughed at me, and I had spelled America with a “ k ” because I
knew I was in K afka’s world, not Jefferson ’s, and I knew
Am erika was the real country I lived in, and they laughed that I
couldn’t spell it right. The peace wom an fed me sometimes
and let me sleep there sometimes and she talked to me so I
learned some words I could use with her but I didn’t tell her
most things because I didn’t know how and she had an
apartment and w asn’t conversant with how things were for
me and I didn’t want to say but also I couldn’t and also there
was no reason to try, because it is as it is. I’m me, not her in her
apartment. Y ou always have your regular life. She’d say she
could see I was tired and did I want to sleep and I’d say no and
she’d insist and I never understood how she could tell but I was
so tired. I had a room I always stayed in. It was small but it was
warm and there were blankets and there was a door that closed
and she’d be there and she didn’t let anyone come in after me.
M aybe she would have let me stay there more if I had known
how to say some true things about day to day but I didn’t ask
anything from anyone and I never would because I couldn’t
even be sure they would understand, even her. And what I
told her when she made me talk to her was how once you went
to jail they started sticking things up you. T hey kept putting
their fingers and big parts o f their whole hand up you, up your
vagina and up your rectum; they searched you inside and
stayed inside you and kept touching you inside and they
searched inside your mouth with their fingers and inside your
ears and nose and they made you squat in front o f the guards to
see i f anything fell out o f you and stand under a cold shower
and make different poses and stances to see if anything fell out
o f you and then they had someone w ho they said was a nurse
put her hands up you again and search your vagina again and
search your rectum again and I asked her w hy do you do this,
why, you don’t have to do this, and she said she was looking
for heroin, and then the next day they took me to the doctors
and there were two o f them and one kept pressing me all over
down on my stomach and under where m y stomach is and all
down near between my legs and he kept hurting me and
asking me if I hurt and I said yes and every time I said yes he did
it harder and I thought he was trying to find out if I was sick
because he was a doctor and I was in so much pain I must be
very sick like having an appendicitis all over down there but
then I stopped saying anything because I saw he liked pressing
harder and making it hurt more and so I didn’t answer him but
I had some tears in m y eyes because he kept pressing anyway
but I wouldn’t let him see them as best as it was possible to turn
m y head from where he could see and they made jokes, the
doctors, about having sex and having girls and then the big
one who had been watching and laughing took the speculum
which I didn’t know what it was because I had never seen one
or had anyone do these awful things to me and it was a big,
cold, metal thing and he put it in me and he kept twisting it and
turning it and he kept tearing me to pieces which is literal
because I was ripped up inside and the inside o f me was bruised
like fists had beaten me all
she assumed everyone had some place to go because that’s
how life is it seems in the main and I went to the peace office
and instead o f typing letters for the peace boys I wrote to
newspapers saying I had been hurt and it was bad and not all
right and because I didn’t know sophisticated words I used the
words I knew and they were very shocked to death; and the
peace boys were in the office and I refused to type a letter for
one o f them because I was doing this and he read m y letter out
loud to everyone in the room over m y shoulder and they all
laughed at me, and I had spelled America with a “ k ” because I
knew I was in K afka’s world, not Jefferson ’s, and I knew
Am erika was the real country I lived in, and they laughed that I
couldn’t spell it right. The peace wom an fed me sometimes
and let me sleep there sometimes and she talked to me so I
learned some words I could use with her but I didn’t tell her
most things because I didn’t know how and she had an
apartment and w asn’t conversant with how things were for
me and I didn’t want to say but also I couldn’t and also there
was no reason to try, because it is as it is. I’m me, not her in her
apartment. Y ou always have your regular life. She’d say she
could see I was tired and did I want to sleep and I’d say no and
she’d insist and I never understood how she could tell but I was
so tired. I had a room I always stayed in. It was small but it was
warm and there were blankets and there was a door that closed
and she’d be there and she didn’t let anyone come in after me.
M aybe she would have let me stay there more if I had known
how to say some true things about day to day but I didn’t ask
anything from anyone and I never would because I couldn’t
even be sure they would understand, even her. And what I
told her when she made me talk to her was how once you went
to jail they started sticking things up you. T hey kept putting
their fingers and big parts o f their whole hand up you, up your
vagina and up your rectum; they searched you inside and
stayed inside you and kept touching you inside and they
searched inside your mouth with their fingers and inside your
ears and nose and they made you squat in front o f the guards to
see i f anything fell out o f you and stand under a cold shower
and make different poses and stances to see if anything fell out
o f you and then they had someone w ho they said was a nurse
put her hands up you again and search your vagina again and
search your rectum again and I asked her w hy do you do this,
why, you don’t have to do this, and she said she was looking
for heroin, and then the next day they took me to the doctors
and there were two o f them and one kept pressing me all over
down on my stomach and under where m y stomach is and all
down near between my legs and he kept hurting me and
asking me if I hurt and I said yes and every time I said yes he did
it harder and I thought he was trying to find out if I was sick
because he was a doctor and I was in so much pain I must be
very sick like having an appendicitis all over down there but
then I stopped saying anything because I saw he liked pressing
harder and making it hurt more and so I didn’t answer him but
I had some tears in m y eyes because he kept pressing anyway
but I wouldn’t let him see them as best as it was possible to turn
m y head from where he could see and they made jokes, the
doctors, about having sex and having girls and then the big
one who had been watching and laughing took the speculum
which I didn’t know what it was because I had never seen one
or had anyone do these awful things to me and it was a big,
cold, metal thing and he put it in me and he kept twisting it and
turning it and he kept tearing me to pieces which is literal
because I was ripped up inside and the inside o f me was bruised
like fists had beaten me all
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