The Corral, 1999 Page: 14
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
I Still Don't Know
My sister tells me that I remember
everything wrong, but the summer
I turned seven, I know you hit me.
Dad was out of town, working,
and I had slammed a door
over Pete's big toe so hard
it swelled, bleeding on the carpet.
You flew into my room, slapping
my thighs with Dad's good belt
while I wiggled away, screaming.
A few nights later, helping me
into a pair of Kristi's old pajamas,
you noticed the plum-colored line,
an inch and a half wide, on my leg.
"What happened here, sweetie?
Did you fall?" you asked,
tucking me into bed.
I nodded, but I looked into
your dark eyes for a long time,
until you got up, walked away,
turned the lights out behind you.
Here’s what’s next.
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Periodical.
Hardin-Simmons University. The Corral, 1999, periodical, 1999; Abilene, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth109488/m1/16/: accessed May 20, 2019), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hardin-Simmons University Library.