What the Woman Said
–Marie HoweI don’t want to offend anybody but I never did like
fucking all that much. Like I always saythe saw enjoys the wood more than the wood enjoys
the saw—know what I mean?
I used to thinkI could be like the girl in the movies—
then I watched myself—when it was happening—my eyes closed, my head tilted back as if I were
him seeing me—and I couldn’t feel anything.I was watching me, and I was someone else who
looked like she was having a good time. Seems likeI spent years like that, watching him (whoever he was)
watching me—I have to admitit was easier when he left. I’d watch myself watch him
leave and hear the strain of music swell up like a story.watch myself walk back into the house and close the door
and lean against it.I want to tell you everything I know about being alive but I
missed a lot of living that way—My life was a story, dry as pages. Seems like he should have known
enough to lick them even lightly with his thumbBut he didn’t. And I have to admit I didn’t much like the idea
of telling him how.
What the Woman Said
