the pictures on the fridge drawn by
the eight-year old girl tell the story of how
the victims lay awake at night
staring out windows, remembering the bible verse
about help coming from the hills
while the jerks sleep soundly in their beds
dreaming of their out-of-body and
the mothers of the victims are in beds
made with purple sheets
which is, of course, the color of forgiveness.
sometimes, the victims can't breathe
sinking into their self-built,
semi-permeable cell walls.
boxes of the future contain pictures of
the same victim-girl grown up and sleeping again.
this time, she is with another person, a dummer-boy
who wears a condom, so it's okay
and she's taking pills, just in case,
so there are no worries, nor doubts, nor consequences.
out of doors and out of dreams live the happy little thoughts
and small heart fires that kindle themselves
into the teenage love-lust of a faux-relationship,
but indoors and in dreams live the little monsters
and nightmares that bleed all over the bed again.
she thinks about going public with her secret,
but she knows about the picture on the fridge
drawn by the eight-year old girl that tells her story
and how, a few weeks later, it is taken down and
placed in the recycling bin (paper isn't trash anymore),
and a therapist with a degree from Harvard
tells the victim's mother that
there is no jerk lying in bed sleeping soundly
dreaming of into-body experiences,
it is only a little girl dreaming of
according to Freud.
she walks out the door and
winks at her.