Monday, February 12, 2007

Other Victims

Thank heavens for victims who find their way
to folly. They walk on the lean streets in your place
and into a world rich with abuses. Their fates would have
no place to shine if not for that journey, the possible
headlines, and sigh pushed out by the odd relief that

it wasn't you. You are lucky. The man you live with
would never kill you, not in the violent way
other people die, all horror-flick theatrics with costumes
so dirty they could only thrive in other parts of town,
not here in the quiet rooms where your only surprise

is a kiss from behind. If he ever wanted to be rid of you,
your lover would do it kindly: perhaps a poison that falls in love
with your sleep. A compassionate man, he won't let you die
in public, or alone. He won't let you suffer
without him. Never worry. He'll take care of you at home.



--Rigoberto González, Other Fugitives & Other Strangers

4 comments:

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Enjoyed this. Especially "perhaps a poison that falls in love /
with your sleep." Amazing piece.

Valerie Loveland said...

This is great. I'll have to check out more of his work.

Emmy said...

I love this book.

Suzanne said...

Me too.