Monday, October 27, 2008

What Cops Know



Hi readers! I'm still working away at the rough draft of Second Day Reported, but here's the initial poem that spawned the title as well as a chapter about fear, urban legends about rape, and what seems too horrible to endure. This story comes from a strange little book title What Cops Know which has morbid little tidbits for every type of crime.

Second Day Reported

I have never told anyone this,
and I am not going to start now.
You won’t recognize me because
I’ve dyed my hair, and I don’t
answer to the same name. But
here’s something. This is the worst
story I have ever heard. Once a woman
was gang-raped in an apartment
where men kept streaming in and out
for hours, so many that she couldn’t
identify them all. She changed
everything she could so that they
wouldn’t recognize her, but in the end,
she became Apartment 206, and she
could never leave. Some women tell
themselves this place doesn’t exist,
that she doesn’t even exist. The men, well,
they know better, or so the saying goes.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't goin' away."
Elvis Presley

Cocktail Hour
For cocktail hour, I'll be posting a non-alcoholic magic potion invovling gummy worms. It's green and pretty cool. Special thanks to Laura for the suggestion!

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday!

7 comments:

Joe P. Frick said...

That's a straight-up good poem, especially given how you're the Philip Roth of Blogging. If yours are that good, what must the Adrienne Rich of Blogging be dropping every day?

Scott said...

Hi Michelle!

I read this poem the other day on your poetry site. You are one Hell of a writer, my dear. Please, keep up the good work!

Oh, and please keep the pictures coming,too! :)

Lana Gramlich said...

How horribly true. :(

Charles Gramlich said...

She becam Apartment 206. I think that says it all. Some things we never get past. How horrible.

laughingwolf said...

damn, ugly but true....

Cheri said...

I remember that poem. So true.

Wichita-Lineman said...

Michelle

Congrats on "Make Yourself Small" acceptance. Mr. Record and I will be looking forward to the publication. Sorry I've been MIA for a while. You're poems only seem to get better. You have a great ability when it comes to leaving vivid images. I'll agree with a previous commenter that the line "She became Apartment 206" say quite a bit for four words. Hope you are doing well.