"The Anorexic."
"She screams, Dutch, bastard, her voice guttural.
I see neck bones through pink skin, his nod, his prick pulse,
his snake tattoo.
She won't eat.
She listens to Sound of Music over and again
in those drugged streets, dreams Edelweiss daze.
Her soul escaped some sort of homeland.
On her bedroom door jamb, his dramatic grin.
She dreams a judge's booth, a noose.
I say, it's all where you stand.
It's charred grass.
She screams, hanging.
I say, wrong direction.
She says, visions keep her living.
Her black rage, his face suspended in mid rape.