Inconvenient Moments

A bright day.

You in your white dress,
like a bound foot:
a vision
of submission;

so small,
if you turned sideways,
you would almost
disappear.

The sound
of grating steel
against glass.
Gasps.

My ruined white
Ford.

My lesser self
in the parking lot,
trying to parce together
the pieces of my rage
with cellophane
and duct tape.

All the while,
the pearls
around my wrist,
they're wrapped in metal chain.


--Alicia (2012)