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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>1954</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt<br>he had put on her face. And her training bra<br>scared me&#8212;the newspapers, morning and evening,<br>kept saying it, training bra,<br>as if the cups of it had been calling<br>the breasts up&#8212;he buried her in it,<br>perhaps he had never bothered to take it<br>off. They found her underpants<br>in a garbage can. And I feared the word<br>eczema, like my acne and like<br>the X in the paper which marked her body,<br>as if he had killed her for not being flawless.<br>I feared his name, Burton Abbott,<br>the first name that was a last name,<br>as if he were not someone specific.<br>It was nothing one could learn from his face.<br>His face was dull and ordinary,<br>it took away what I&#8217;d thought I could count on<br>about evil. He looked thin and lonely,<br>it was horrifying, he looked almost humble.<br>I felt awe that dirt was so impersonal,<br>and pity for the training bra,<br>pity and terror of eczema.<br>And I could not sit on my mother&#8217;s electric<br>blanket anymore, I began to have a <br>fear of electricity&#8212;<br>the good people, the parents, were going to<br>fry him to death. This was what<br>his parents had been telling us:<br>Burton Abbott, Burton Abbott,<br>death to the person, death to the home planet.<br>The worst thing was to think of her,<br>of what it had been to be her, alive,<br>to be walked, alive, into that cabin,<br>to look into those eyes, and see the human</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sharon+Olds">Sharon Olds</a><div class=q>
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