notes to a poem on a massacre of women

Many of the young girls here look so beautiful as to not be human, very edible.
--George Sodini

"She just kept saying, He's gonna kill me."
Walker said she didn't elaborate.

47 years after Marilyn, naked,
died in a bed that wasn't hers,
a man walked into a room
walled with mirrors,
full of women,
and shut the lights.

If he looked to his
right or left,
they stood
side by side
to infinity.
He opened fire.

So any shots that missed someone hit a mirror


Walk us thorough it,
the reporters ask.

It was all women who got shot,
says the witness,
after he says sir
to the giddy newscaster,
leading him,
who asks
What have you heard about a love triangle?

And the shaken man
in his muscled torso
singlet wet with blood
that wasn't his,
tan film over his muscles
laced with tattoos,
says I would think so, sir,
I would think that...
a guy--
I mean it was all girls that got shot, so...

The logic being that
for the man to do what he did,
he had to have
loved at least
one woman
in that room
too much
or more.


We come every week,
the women say,
with my sister
with my friend
to be gorgeous,
to be strong
in our bodies.


He's just shooting around the room

just shooting everywhere

he stood in the back of the room

and started shooting every

started shooting everywhere...

Us girls, we all
just
ducked
on the floor,
we were just
covering
each other.


i can see how
from here
you must feel
separate
with no blood
of your own
to shed.


A latin influenced aerobic workout that will leave you ready for more!
Enjoy the dance styles of Salsa, Meranga and Cha Cha Cha while getting fit!

We were
just following
our routine.


I took off today,
Monday, and tomorrow
to practice my routine
and make sure it is
well polished.


One two
one two
one two
and turn
and forward

Skin lit with sweat,
hips swivel
right left
right left

toe heel
toe heel
toe heel
toe heel

Sneakers smack wood
squeak shrill
on step-ball-change.

thighs
tremble
tense
tremble
tense

Catches
her own gaze
in the mirrors,
in the split
second
half-turn,
witnesses
her form,
her body
full with movement,
brimming
humming.

Under thick bass
lungs deep with breath
out in
out in
out in

cha-cha-cha

and
one two
one two

hearts thud
their temples
roots of their teeth
in unison
or nearly

one and two
three and four
five and six
step back


Someone said run.