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\n<\/strong>
\nShe said, \u201cRemember when you liked me
\nmore than crack?\u201d and he said, \u201cIt\u2019s only
\ncause I hadn\u2019t met crack yet,\u201d and when
\nshe huffed and tried to leave the booth
\nhe grabbed her arm, and pulled her back
\nand said, \u201cWe have to talk about the dog,
\nremember?\u201d and she said \u201cI thought
\nwe were talking about the dog,\u201d and he said,
\n\u201cWe have to finish talking about the dog,\u201d
\nand she said, \u201cSo fucking finish talking
\nabout the dog,\u201d and he said, \u201cSo stop being
\na giant cunt and I will,\u201d at which point,
\nin a single sweeping movement of her arm
\nshe knocked every single thing off the table,
\nand the cups and plates broke against
\nthe floor, and the coffee flew up and stained
\nmy pants, and the silverware clattered, and
\nwe weren\u2019t overhearing anymore, we were
\npaying rapt attention, and he said, \u201cYou\u2019re paying
\nfor that you, you bitch,\u201d and she said,
\n\u201cPick up the tab yourself, asshole,\u201d and not one
\nsingle person tried to stop her as she left.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nIt may not be the best idea
\nto let your husband tell your father
\nall the things that you don\u2019t
\nforgive him for. After all, your
\nhusband may get a few details wrong,
\nand your father may not remember
\ncertain things he did to you,
\nalthough it seems unlikely
\nthat someone could forget pinning
\nyou down by pressing his knees
\nto your shoulders and spitting
\nin your face, even if it only happened
\nonce, on your tenth birthday.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nWhen he had FINISHED
\nhis project of remaking<\/p>\n
\nbetween FEAR and GUILT.<\/p>\n
\nwho might turn his face<\/p>\n
\nI turned my face from HIM.<\/p>\n
\nand here;\u2014 here;\u2014<\/p>\n
\nI live out my days<\/p>\n