I was walking down the dormitory hallwhen I heard a woman crying. Wewere all women in a dorm then.I knocked and without waitinga response, walked in.
Naive in action, impulsive eighteenI rushed in and soon I washolding her, and soon I heardof the football linebackerwho raped her.
So things begin. A tangleof friendships, a plot of revenge,a favor that backfires, a regretthat grows into a mangroveswamp no one can cross.
Some actions cast a longshadow like a standing stonein a henge; others, the momentswallows and there is no residueas if they never happened. [End Page 190]
Marge Piercy’s eighteenth poetry book, The Hunger Moon: New and Selected Poems, was published by Knopf in paperback in November. She has published seventeen novels, most recently Sex Wars; PM Press has just republished Dance the Eagle to Sleep and Vida with new introductions. Her memoir is Sleeping with Cats. Her work has been translated into nineteen languages. She’s given readings, speeches, and workshops in over 450 venues in the United States and abroad. PM Press will be bringing out her short story collection in 2014.