A Hero's Carcass

“Have you ever been abused?” My therapist asks me this not knowing that one word commanded my attention Abused? I replay my favorite scene of Pretty Woman in my head When they’re in the bathtub and Edward says, “It cost me $10,000 in therapy to say that sentence. I was very angry with him.” Yes. But I would not admit it There are not bruises for proof It is his words that cut instead No. I am not a hetero-cis-white man like that character in the movie So my brown queer body stays in denial A man like my father is to be respected, even if Papi is a PTSD ridden war hero He may tell me I am worthless and disgusting but I must stay quiet when he sneaks into my room with a gun when he can’t sleep at night I now hate that my room has the biggest window in the house He is a night watcher and since I am so much like him, my mind begins to race too So I write… I write about how he yells at me so loudly that it feels as if he’s using my body as his own microphone How my mother stays so silent during his episodes I sometimes forget we have an audience How he and his army buddies drink too much and flinch at the baseball games every time the fireworks go off Write because I’m scared shitless of my dad Scared of the ghost my mother is becoming Scared of what I’ll do to myself “It took me 10,000 poems to finally write that one sentence. I was very angry with him.” Angry that out of all these army commercials and sappy homecoming videos that I got stuck with this.