All unsuspectingly, she had stepped out of her...
All unsuspectingly, she had stepped out of her doorway and they had grabbed her from behind and thrown her down and there was her body for them to do with as they wishedOnly some cloth covered her body and they tore it offThere was nothing between her body and their handsFilling the inside of her bodyThe tremendous force with which they did itThey knocked out her toothOne of them was insaneHe sat over her and let loose a stream of shitThey were all over herThey were speaking a foreign languageWhatever they felt the urge to do, they didOne waited behind the big black bag otherThere was nothing she could do
And nothing he could doThe man grows crazier and crazier to do something just when there is nothing left for him to do
Her body in the cribHer body in the bassinetHer body when she starts to stand on his stomachThe belly showing between her dungarees and her shirt while she hangs upside down from him when he comes home from workHer body when she leaves the earth and leaps into his armsThe abandon of her body flying into his arms, granting him a father's permission to touchThe unquestioning adoration of him that is in that gucci indy bag leaping body, a body seemingly all finished, a perfected creation in miniature, with all of the miniature's charmA body that looks quickly put on after having just been freshly ironed--no folds anywhereThe naive freedom with which she discloses itThe tenderness this evokesHer bare feet padded like a little animal's feetNew and unworn, her uncorrupted pawsThe most muscular part of herHer sorbet-colored underpantsAt the great divide, her baby tuchas, the gravity-defying behind, improbably belonging to the upper Merry and not as yet to the lowerNot an ounce anywhereThe chloe paddington handbag cleft, as though an awl had made it--that beautifully beveled joining that will petal outward, evolving in the cycle of time into a woman's origami-folded cuntThe implausible belly buttonThe anatomical precision of the rib cageThe pliancy of her spineThe bony ridges of her back like keys on a small xylophoneThe lovely dormancy of the invisible bosom before the swell beginsAll the turbulent wanting-to-become blessedly, blessedly dormantYet in the neck somehow is the woman to be, there in that building block of a neck ornamented with downThe face that she will not replica omega seamaster planet ocean carry with her and that is yet the fingerprint of the futureThe marker that will disappear and yet be there fifty years laterHow little of her story is revealed in his child's faceIts youngness is all he can seeSo very new in the cycleWith nothing as yet totally defined, time is so powerfully present in her faceThe flare of the unstructured nose is the whole noseThe color of her eyesThe white, white whitenessIt's all unclouded, but the eyes particularly, windows, washed windows with nothing yet of the revelation of what's withinThe history in her brow of the sac chloe embr