Staved Lucidity
It took only a few, small psychic nips to
puncture the delusion that this was a liaison glued together with love.
Their bed less a table for lust’s banquet and more the stainless steel
stage set for a coroner’s professional dissection. She has been eroded
by grief, losing the buffer of her naive facade. Now that she is
nakedly vulnerable, he has begun ripping away her credulity, an incision
at a time, with a small pocket knife. Smearing the warm roses of
guilty fingerprints, defacing this perimeter depicting a terminal betrayal
of trust. Deflated, she lies in a clotted tangle, amputated from
happy-ever-after, weaned prematurely from hope. One silk stocking
coquettishly strangling a lacerated ankle. Her black nun’s shoe clashing
with the open ebony obscenity between her loosely sprawled thighs.
A raven sails across the top of this homicidal vignette, towing the moral
of the story, assisted by his ignorant brother, a dove. The mortally
wounded woman shuts both eyes, turns her face to the gore spattered wall.
Understanding spins into a tight frame of acutely killing focus.
The first cut tests her capacity for creating lame excuses in her philandering
husband’s behalf. Succeeding revelations fine-tune the details, fix
the treacherous depth of field, define the hard-line reality that bleeds
her to death.
Copyright 1986, Jennifer Lagier
Jennifer Lagier teaches at
Hartnell College in Salinas, California, and serves on the Steering Committee
of the National Writers Union, Local 7. "Staved Lucity" originally
appeared in Exquisite Corpse.
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