Don’t Look and It Won’t Hurt
Willy Vlautin
Her pale body sits staring out at street signs
Immobile from panic with the constant images of
A broken wall and him hovering above her
A broken dresser and him pacing around her
She put her things in garbage bags while he was at work
Closed her bank account and left town
Don't look and it won't hurt
With her mother gone and her father unknown
Her sister and junior moved to New Mexico
She got a job in a small time casino
Spent her nights in the bathtub just to calm her nerves
In a foreign room with foreign noise
In a foreign bed, in a foreign town
Don't look and it won't hurt