Persephone

When the Mad Girl Feeds the Ducks and Geese Before It’s Light

156 When the Mad Girl Feeds the Ducks and Geese Before It’s Light and slides on wet grass laced with turds she thinks of the latrines in the camps, a pit there was always such a crowd around, guards swearing and whipping so they’d just squat in the mud outside until a bracelet of shit wreathed the barracks, dark circles around some moon that no longer meant what it had, a dark halo in a world like a negative where what was is reversed. The mad girl knows if she fell she can walk out of sandals into a pair of $200 boots and run a bubble bath in her choice of 4 bathrooms, shave her legs and wash her hair. She won’t have to have her skin ooze goose and duck shit, can rub rose and coconut into her wrists. If she runs into a Nazi 157 who rubs himself all over her, hits her with words, a whip, she can leave, she knows eyeing the suitcase as she fills her pocket with more cracked corn for the ducks’ morning meal, more than those women had for a year 158 This page intentionally left blank. ...