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to wash your sheets. You're
not on your period, are you?
*
"No, not for..." Now I notice
how the front of him is splashed
red, and the crimson stain
flowering on my bed. My face
*
burns. "It's not my period."
How could he not know that the first time can make a girl bleed?
Or did he maybe not believe...?
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A Poem by Ginger Cordell Bleed
Open a vein, feel the rush, exodus, delicious.
Don't be afraid, there's no pain in the letting, delectable.
Watch the red
flow, let it go, drip, make it slow, drip.
If you've done it right, you won't
wake from the night's
indescribably peaceful
dream.
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Ginger You Would Think
The possibility of losing a child would be a wake-up call.
Not for Iris. No way.
*
Sandy is still in a coma, wandering around somewhere
deep inside his brain.
*
The doctors don't know
if he's going to make it.
They say we should pray.
*
Gram's done a whole lot of praying. She's the one who sits by his side, day
*
after day. Iris says it's too
hard to see her little boy
that way. She's only been
*
to the hospital two or three
times. Makes Gram mad.
Makes me mad too. Iris
*
doesn't give two squirts who she pisses off. All she cares about is herself.
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It's Been a Month
A month of worry, of guilt, of my having to play the role of "Mom" even more, because
*
Gram isn't there to help
me do it. A month of
Mary Ann, withdrawing
*
into a silent, blank-eyed
world where accidents
don't happen, especially
*
not on her watch. I try to help, but she isn't ready to quit blaming herself.
*
A month of mounting bills--
doctor bills, ambulance bills, hospital bills--that Gram
*
is determined somehow to pay. Where there's a will, there has to be a way.
*
A month of Iris diving
deeper and deeper into bottomless bottles of numb.
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She Has a New Boyfriend
A big-boned truck-driving
son of a bitch, with eyes like a crow's--black, dead.
*
I've seen eyes like those
before, on another of
Iris's badass lays, one
*
I can't forget. I do my best
never to think of him, what he did. Try never to remember
*
that place in my childhood, but sometimes it pops into view despite all my efforts
*
to keep it hidden. I was almost
ten, and we lived in Pahrump, the butthole of Nevada. Iris
*
worked at a cathouse, making
money her usual way, only without walking the streets.
*
Walt was a miner, and though he was a regular paying
customer at Mimi's, he had
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an appetite for younger
meat. Iris was younger then
too, but even at twenty-six,
*
she was way too old for Walt.
Still, he paid for her, then he followed her home. She let
*
him move in for a while.
I remember his sour sweat, coming in after working backhoe.
*
I remember how he touched
Iris, and how she didn't care
that her kids could see.
*
I remember his Marlboro breath
falling all down around me when he said, Let me show you something.
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On Another Day
It wouldn't have happened, couldn't have happened.
Too many witnesses around.
*
But for some odd reason, that particular afternoon,
Iris had taken the other kids
*
to play in the park. You stay and start dinner, she said.
We won't be gone very long.
*
I didn't mind. I was too old for swings, and I've always
liked spending time by myself.
*
But it wasn't more than ten
minutes before Walt came through the door. He didn't
*
ask where Iris was, or why the house was so quiet.
He didn't say one word.
*
I opened a can of refried
beans, spooned them into a pot. I had no real reason
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to be afraid. So why did
my hands shake? I kept my back to him but could feel his eyes,
*
carving into me. Finally, he started toward the living
room. Bring me a beer, sweets.
*
I dug one from the fridge.
But he wasn't on the couch, as expected. Back here, he called
*
from Iris's room. He was already
out of his jeans. I didn't know
much then, but I knew there was
*
something very wrong about that. Still, I took him the beer, holding my
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