I don't know
what true abuse is or what it means to bare one's teeth as one's very last weapon. I have felt life to be hard...especially these last few years...but what is that to homelessness? to the flight for one's life? to jumping at the breeze shaking the leaves?
their father had hands the size of tomes with fingers the thickness of a child's wrist. their first memories are of beatings. he was 10 years old when he leveled the gun at his father ready to kill if he didn't stop choking the woman on the floor with his boot. the father forced them to box at age five. he shot the brother when the brother was 18. the brother left home at 12 and hitch hiked all over this country. the father went on to have a whorehouse (i've seen it). they grew up caring for dogs that were used for pitfighting.
the neighbor now. the neighbor gets drunk and does strip teases with touching allowed on top of picnic tables. her ex-husband killed her two babies and left her for dead. she drinks like she's drowning....and she is. she is full blooded cherokee. she speaks wisdom with a squinted eye and stole another neihbor's husband and now sheds tears at his callousness. i heard her one night low and gutteral in her sobbing...his voice even....male.
the lover. the lover once stitched up his own hand at age 8 cuz his father told him to stop his whining and do it. at age 16 he started stealing cars and chopping them. he would fight in school for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. he is more dangerous than i would like to think. he has friends from the chicago mafia. another friend went to jail for slitting a man's throat from ear to ear who owed him money. he spent whole nights lying in bed with me without sex cuz i wasn't ready (i take some time). he was patient and sweet. he reads people like nobody i've ever met. he really has a kindliness about him.
there is more.
the most genuine people that i have met in chattanooga have been broken to bits.
their father had hands the size of tomes with fingers the thickness of a child's wrist. their first memories are of beatings. he was 10 years old when he leveled the gun at his father ready to kill if he didn't stop choking the woman on the floor with his boot. the father forced them to box at age five. he shot the brother when the brother was 18. the brother left home at 12 and hitch hiked all over this country. the father went on to have a whorehouse (i've seen it). they grew up caring for dogs that were used for pitfighting.
the neighbor now. the neighbor gets drunk and does strip teases with touching allowed on top of picnic tables. her ex-husband killed her two babies and left her for dead. she drinks like she's drowning....and she is. she is full blooded cherokee. she speaks wisdom with a squinted eye and stole another neihbor's husband and now sheds tears at his callousness. i heard her one night low and gutteral in her sobbing...his voice even....male.
the lover. the lover once stitched up his own hand at age 8 cuz his father told him to stop his whining and do it. at age 16 he started stealing cars and chopping them. he would fight in school for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. he is more dangerous than i would like to think. he has friends from the chicago mafia. another friend went to jail for slitting a man's throat from ear to ear who owed him money. he spent whole nights lying in bed with me without sex cuz i wasn't ready (i take some time). he was patient and sweet. he reads people like nobody i've ever met. he really has a kindliness about him.
there is more.
the most genuine people that i have met in chattanooga have been broken to bits.