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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pact</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the<br>Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her one ounce of<br>cottage cheese, praying for the strength not to<br>kill herself. We kneeled over the<br>rubber bodies, gave them baths<br>carefully, scrubbed their little<br>orange hands, wrapped them up tight,<br>said goodnight, never spoke of the<br>woman like a gaping wound<br>weeping on the stairs, the man like a stuck<br>buffalo, baffled, stunned, dragging<br>arrows in his side. As if we had made a<br>pact of silence and safety, we kneeled and<br>dressed those tiny torsos with their elegant<br>belly-buttons and minuscule holes<br>high on the buttock to pee through and all that<br>darkness in their open mouths, so that I<br>have not been able to forgive you for giving your<br>daughter away, letting her go at<br>eight as if you took Molly Ann or<br>Tiny Tears and held her head<br>under the water in the bathinette<br>until no bubbles rose, or threw her<br>dark rosy body on the fire that<br>burned in that house where you and I<br>barely survived, sister, where we<br>swore to be protectors.</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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