Michael Malone - Weebly

wish women to feel and believe and soothe and bless
and nourish and be without need to prove, did wish
them to stop the rape of the world with all the hundred
graces of the soul that women now announced they
were unwilling to feel alone. And if he did wish women
to keep safe for men (and despite them) that temple of
grace, no doubt this desire for segregation was as sexist
as racial segregations more beneficial to one race than
the other were racist. And no doubt he proselytized
with himself on women's rights while slipping off a beam
above the churning sea only because there was this fact
that he could not get around. Someone raped her.
Terrorized her, violated her, violated her, violated…and
the noise of the windshield wipers brought Abernathy
back.
Rain in a torrent as loud as hail on the hood flooded
the highway. Blinking their lights, other cars had pulled
onto the shoulders to wait. But he found that by sticking
his head out the window he could gauge the road well
enough to stay on it. As he bounced over the peak of
Cromwell Hill Road, he glimpsed still going on in the
northern sky the hissing battle of fire and rain. The MG