because she’s nervous, she says.
Around her neck a red ring,
where skin has been pressed
too tightly, too recently, too often
not to be noticed.
Fingerprints of love, she says,
and pulls her hair forward.
And I look once again at my phone
at the three never-dialed numbers.
I wrote this last night after encountering a woman being abused by her boyfriend. Luckily, he went away when I pretended to call the police. Although I asked her to come with me to the police and/or hospital, she refused. Fortunately, a friend of hers came and she seemed to be in safer hands.
It’s a sad thing that partner violence, any kind of violence really, occurs. I wish she would have gone to the hospital at that moment. Hopefully, she went later on.