- Italian in English Class
even if my mistake hovers over me
forms evil obstacles throughout the day
and ridicules me for having been deceived
even though I’ve been bombarded by hailstorm questions
flattered then beheld.
the annoyed class was relieved
the moment I touched the woman’s muscular arm:
“we must speak English”, I said
the man who cherished her in trickery
and hunted her down like an animal.
Held in contempt for love
she succumbing to his fist
although she tried
to pull him up like a raggedy doll
and make him right.
Wasn’t her abuser like any abandoned animal she would have rescued?
Washed by sleep, she is forgiven.
she tugs at her hems
squeezing out the grief
as if it were some poisonous fluid