Daughter
It’s easy to imagine her, her body shaped around her pain the way a tree grows around a field stone, bends to the givenness of the thing. But beyond that, what do we know? Was she young, old, fat, skinny, angry, resigned? We know only that the blood, the slow muddy endless river of it, stained everything, her touch, her breath, her gaze, until her life became a drama of evasion. Then one day he happened by on urgent business, coming from a showdown heading to a showdown, betw