the woman who was tortured to death and so what was so
special about this? But the woman said the reporter was wrong
and it mattered so at first I started to suffocate because the
reporter said it didn’t matter but then I could breathe again
because the woman said it mattered and it couldn’t be erased
and you couldn’t say it was nothing. So I went from this
woman after this because I couldn’t just stay there with her and
she assumed everyone had some place to go because that’s
how life is it seems in the main and I went to the peace office
and instead o f typing letters for the peace boys I wrote to
newspapers saying I had been hurt and it was bad and not all
right and because I didn’t know sophisticated words I used the
words I knew and they were very shocked to death; and the
peace boys were in the office and I refused to type a letter for
one o f them because I was doing this and he read m y letter out
loud to everyone in the room over m y shoulder and they all
laughed at me, and I had spelled America with a “ k ” because I
knew I was in K afka’s world, not Jefferson ’s, and I knew
Am erika was the real country I lived in, and they laughed that I
couldn’t spell it right. The peace wom an fed me sometimes
and let me sleep there sometimes and she talked to me so I
learned some words I could use with her but I didn’t tell her
most things because I didn’t know how and she had an
apartment and w asn’t conversant with how things were for
me and I didn’t want to say but also I couldn’t and also there
was no reason to try, because it is as it is. I’m me, not her in her
apartment. Y ou always have your regular life. She’d say she
could see I was tired and did I want to sleep and I’d say no and
she’d insist and I never understood how she could tell but I was
so tired. I had a room I always stayed in. It was small but it was
warm and there were blankets and there was a door that closed
and she’d be there and she didn’t let anyone come in after me.
M aybe she would have let me stay there more if I had known
how to say some true things about day to day but I didn’t ask
anything from anyone and I never would because I couldn’t
even be sure they would understand, even her. And what I
told her when she made me talk to her was how once you went
to jail they started sticking things up you. T hey kept putting
their fingers and big parts o f their whole hand up you, up your
vagina and up your rectum; they searched you inside and
stayed inside you and kept touching you inside and they
searched inside your mouth with their fingers and inside your
ears and nose and they made you squat in front o f the guards to
see i f anything fell out o f you and stand under a cold shower
and make different poses and stances to see if anything fell out
o f you and then they had someone w ho they said was a nurse
put her hands up you again and search your vagina again and
