Her eyes wide opened, heart sealed shut
She stood outside herself and watched her fully pregnant body fall backward by his hands
Her second child introduced to her father
Unmoving she wondered what she must become to give him sight
Her first child met daddy formally with the violence of a cutting board
Her third child met daddy with intolerance, mocking, mysterious wrist sprain
Of course the gratuitous other woman
Now it all seems, well, almost funny
Not in a laughing way
How in the world?
What was she thinking?
Thankfully none of it, not any of it, has survived her