Brick Goddess
Fixed eyes on a small and violent and backward place.
We smoke against her cemented shoulder,
fuck on her flower,
piss where her hand extends dirtying her colors.
She entertains herself by making a million mental notes -
counting concert tees, beer cans with lipstick stains,
needle tracks (only two dead of overdose - how fascinating).
Her only freedom is the dream of being painted over
with a coat of fresh white where the blood stains her throat.
They have not had the chance to hose her down today
to cleanse her of the one rape that deadened her already frozen stare.
There was nothing she could do stoned into silence.
Could not move one finely drawn muscle
to save one younger sister.
Rachel Lisi 2010
