Today's poem is by James Allen Hall
A Name I Could Not Say Aloud
One August night, a man will cook me dinner,
and rape me in his bed. Before that, water boils
on the stove, he plays his piano
shirtless in the living room.
I light the long-stemmed candles.
I wash the dishes while he showers.
the bedroom windows are not curtained.
Nothing makes them wince.
All the lights on. His chest tanned and hairy.
I won't say stop. I'll see a photo
of him, a boy really, and think cow-eyed,
smiling from the bookshelf,
a Stetson tipped toward me,
the heel of a hand on my chin,
his name harmless, almost
Copyright © 2013 James Allen Hall All rights reserved
from Fourteen Hills
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