Friday, Mar. 12, 2004, 8:50 a.m.
She Asks About Rape It is a word gleaned from the evening
news, like guerilla, like nuclear.
Something that happens to women.
It is a pummeling force,
a fist smashing. This is how she learns about sex,
next to her mother
on the nubbly green tweed couch;
the parts that fit together,
the babies that come out,
the difference between love and rape. She cries, crushing herself tightly
into her mother as if this tenderness can shield her.
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