2007
Interview with onsite officer
Tears fingerpainted themselves / Down her cheeks / She asked, “Will you never let him / Paint my face again?”/ The black of his fist / Just as it kissed her face / Is the violet she feels / Spreading behind her eyelids. / Is the violence / With which she rouges her lips / Though it tastes like metal / And crawls between her teeth. / She says “In this way, / He is an artist.” The medical report showed: / A broken orbital, / A once-dislocated jaw, / Two molars missing. / The blacksmithing of her skull.
2007
Interview with (husband)
After (redacted) (son, deceased) died / (Redacted) didn’t speak much. / That was nine months ago. / Five after she miscarried. / She always told me / That she wanted three children. / Two boys, one girl. / But for her, after the wreck, / There would always be four / and she had lost one. / She blamed herself of course. / For being the driver / For having to watch his nose / Gracefully meet the dashboard / Before turning to touch / The back of his brain.