Brown Room in the White House
Jill Blake
Part I.
In the House around the corner.
“I just want to know what it feels like”
he said to me, my pants pulled down and my arms held above my head.
(labor day before junior year)
The large cork board to the left.
A poster of Kiss, in full make-up (disguise).
Spinal Tap (the mockumentary),
Farrah in her red bathing suit (buffet of descriptors).
The bed was filled with water.
The walls were brown.
My right hip froze in fear – 32 years later, the hip soldier grips when I grieve.
“I just want to know what it feels like”
Those words, all […]