did he come out of the shower, nude, to rape her,
sight unseen, her small French protests drowned out by
the bathroom fan, or
did they share a glass of wine, or port, one
evening enjoying the beauty of the language so
far from home, and then
did he push her down brusquely, forcing himself
upon her after she smiled one morning, that morning,
no one was there to see,
no one was there to hear,
there were no witnesses,
only her small voice, and his
protestations on the way to jail,
no one really knows,
or does it matter
the result is the same
for her,
un desastre.
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