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2006-07-23 16:11:50 ET I don't really have anything to say today. I'm having a hard time writing anything of my own. So I've decided to post a Kim Addonizio poem instead. I came across it months ago in Syracuse University's Literary Journal, "Salt Hill". I think it's pretty. It's entitled, "Dead Girls". I hope at least some of you like it as well. ------------------------------------------------ Dead Girls show up often in the movies, facedown in the weeds beside the highway. Kids find them by the river, or in the woods, under leaves, one pink-nailed hand thrust up. Detectives stand over them in studio apartments and lift their photos off pianos in the houses they almost grew up in. A dead girl can kick a movie into gear better than a saloon brawl, better than a factory explosion, just by lying there. Anyone can play her, any child off the street can be hog-tied and dumped from a van or strangled blue in a kitchen, a bathroom, an alley, a school. That’s the beauty of a dead girl. Even a plain one who feels worthless as a clod of dirt, broken by the sorrow of gazing all day at a fashion magazine, can be made whole, redeemed by what she finally can’t help being, the center of attention, the special, desirable, dead, dead girl. |
