sores, the lips o f your labia get boils, big boils; you got a
vagina with long, deep tears, an ass that rips open with blood
every time you shit, because it’s the penis again, oversized,
pulling out after haying torn its w ay in; and then you will
remember rape; these are the elements o f m em ory,
a legion o f zombies— because it burns out a piece o f your
brain, it’s the scorched earth policy for the sweetmeat in your
head, the rape recipe, braise, sear, burn bare, there’s a sudden
conflagration on the surface o f your brain, a piece o f one
hemisphere or the other is burned bare, blank, and you lose
w hatever’s there; ju st gone; whatever; so rape’s a tw o-
pronged attack, on your body, in you, on your brain, in you;
on freedom, on memory; you might as well bury yourself in
the backyard, or throw yourself in a trash can, you’re like
some dumb cat or dog that got hit by a car, run over and died;
only they let the shells o f dead girls walk around because hell it
makes no difference to them if what they stick it in is living or
dead; w hat’s left, darling, is fine, according to the formula, a
girl frail and female, a skeleton with a fleshy pudendum, ready
to serve, these girls are ghosts, did you see, did you notice,
where are they, w hy ain’t they here, present, on earth, why
can’t you find them even if you look for them in the light, how
come they don’t know anything or do anything, how come
they ain’t anything, how come they are shaking and flitting
around and apologizing and begging and afraid and drugged
and stupid even if they are smart; how come they are comatose
even when they’re awake? He pushes it in, she pushes it out, a
dead spot in the brain marks the spot, there’s a teeny little
cemetery in her brain, lots o f torched spots, suttee; we bleed
both ends, literal, little strokes every time there’s a rape, time
gone, hours or days or weeks, words gone, self gone, memory
wiped out, severely impaired; I cannot remember— how do
you
around your heart, or was it your wrists; or was it ankles;
neck; I’d make a list if I could remember; I’d memorize the list
i f someone else would write it down; or I try, I scribble big
letters, confused, misspelled, on the page; or I look at the
words, meaningless, and draw a blank; I make a list,
misspelled words signifying I don’t remember what; or I draw
a picture, I use crayons, o f what? I try to say what I try to
remember; the skills, the tricks, language, yesterday. There
are little rape strokes, erased places in the brain, eruptions o f
blood, explosions, like geysers, it’s flooded, places on the
brain, blood’s acidic, did you ever sit in a pool o f your own
blood, it wears the skin o ff you, chafes, irritates, the skin peels