Sometimes, he said, it’s as if she just sticks
out a hunk of bread, and says butter it –
and they do.
But that’s just like her.
I didn’t defend her (those eyes, that hard mouth –
a ruthless child: desperate, defensive).
After all, I don’t
I’ve seen what she did (he said), she hurt
them to a man, those men. How she
hurt. I wanted to be
just like her.