Monday, April 4, 2011

SHANE McCRAE


from Child Rape Calendar: I Held Her (December)


Threw me when I was three

into a wall

I can’t get mad about it anymore

Hit me I don’t remember anything / Was told

was almost every day

I try / I can’t get mad

The woman who remembered everything / He did to me is dead

And I was mad at her for years before she died



And only once in the last years of her life

visited only once

And I didn’t I didn’t see it any shame / Any

ashamed of me

For what we couldn’t she / Or I have stopped

disease had eaten holes / Into her brain

I held her and she didn’t know

why I was holding her




MORE WORK BY SHANE McCRAE

Verse Daily
Esque
Octopus
Shampoo
Best American Poetry
Poetry Daily

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