The Newspaper Today
By Zelene Pineda Suchilt
Today
a woman like you
at least from the outside
prepared two little children for a bath
a boy and a girl
took off their cotton under garments
drew water
while the kids danced back and forth
because it was autumn and it was cold outside
once they were in
She stabbed them
then,
She stabbed herself.
Newspapers wrote of the children’s mother,
their father
they had lost
a daughter and a son
no word on the nanny
so I think of you
and the late nights that bled into the morning
the day that turned to years
of late checks
the smell of Clorox in your fingers
exposure festering on your skin
and no time to heal the wound
and the wounds
passed on
to
me
the paper today, reads like my secret revenge