unpacking

by  Jody Chan


                     - after Warsan Shire

 

 

look, it can be like the rape never happened.
scrub the carpet to bone, strip the drywall down - 
your skin is still the blankest page
beneath the bloodstreak, crater of minced glass.
like an empty bottle whose first flaw is thirst
your body most valuable for the way it inherits silence.
haven't you learned by now that trust is just an omen?
not all ghosts are dead. apologize to your butcher
for the mess of slaughter. what did you expect, love?
there was no screaming, only the sound of silence
at 120th & amsterdam, night smothered in simon & garfunkel.
& then what? you had your chance to turn back.

& then what? you had your chance to turn back
at 120th & amsterdam. night, smothered in simon & garfunkel.
there was no screaming, only the sound of silence
for the mess of slaughter. what did you expect, love?
not all ghosts are dead. apologize to your butcher,
haven't you learned by now that trust is just an omen?
your body most valuable for the way it inherits silence
like an empty bottle whose first flaw is thirst.
beneath the bloodstreak, crater of minced glass,
your skin is still the blankest page.
scrub the carpet to bone, strip the drywall down - 
look, it can be like the rape never happened.