{"id":530,"date":"2009-10-03T07:27:28","date_gmt":"2009-10-03T12:27:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?p=530"},"modified":"2009-10-03T07:27:28","modified_gmt":"2009-10-03T12:27:28","slug":"jeannette-angell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/2009\/10\/jeannette-angell\/","title":{"rendered":"Jeannette Angell"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Jeannette Angell: <em>Answers, What I Didn&#8217;t Know<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Answers<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was my friend Rachel who said, I love Emily Post. She asked me to let her know<br \/>\nwhen the big white book filled with intricate orders of service for everyday<br \/>\n(and not-so-everyday) events and occurrences arrived at the bookshop. You read Emily<\/p>\n<p>Post? I asked her, waiting for some ironic laughing response (for Rachel was the<br \/>\ncoolest of the cool in those days and I was a little in awe of her). But she was serious: I love<br \/>\nthe big white book, she said, her dark eyes filled with wonder.<\/p>\n<p>Where else can you go and it says it has all the answers? I lost Rachel later in the<br \/>\nflotsam of those years that were unkind to so many of us: but later I was in a bookshop<\/p>\n<p>myself, my hand lingering on that thick white spine, and I pulled the Emily Post<br \/>\ndown off the shelf. It was heavy in my hands, weighty with wisdom that<br \/>\nproclaimed it had an answer to everything, and now I think I know<\/p>\n<p>what Rachel was talking about. We all need limits, and you have to know what the<br \/>\nrules are before you break them: but the night of Cece\u2019s suicide I understood that<br \/>\nnobody has all the solutions, not even Emily Post, not even little lost Rachel, and<\/p>\n<p>what the book gives you at best is a consolation prize: something to cling to<br \/>\nwhen you still believe that somewhere<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 240px;\">there might yet be answers.<\/p>\n<p><strong>What I Didn&#8217;t Know<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>You said, we\u2019re safe from all that, laughing at the women\u2019s shelter where we donated clothes and<br \/>\nhelped out at holidays: at least we don\u2019t<\/p>\n<p>need to worry about abusive husbands or boyfriends, now that we\u2019re out and proud. And I<br \/>\nbelieved you were right\u2014women<\/p>\n<p>are not the cause of violence in the world, but what I didn\u2019t know was that violence wears<br \/>\ndisguises. And the first time you made fun of me<\/p>\n<p>in front of someone I never saw it as the beginning of something bigger. I looked out past the<br \/>\nrocks to where the humpbacks rise and fall and<\/p>\n<p>began to feel something else was out there, just under the waves, something dark and lurking:<br \/>\nwhat I didn\u2019t know<\/p>\n<p>was that it had never been out there. It was always in here. When it\u2014they tell me it always does\u2014<br \/>\ngot worse, I never labeled it (though<\/p>\n<p>I stopped going to the women\u2019s shelter: their eyes were too-bright mirrors and I couldn\u2019t stand<br \/>\nthe reflection) still believing you, that it was<\/p>\n<p>my fault, my inadequacy, my lack of whatever it was you wanted in that moment: that I could<br \/>\nnever make it up to you, for being me: you made me believe<\/p>\n<p>and trust only your skewed version of reality. You never hit me, and that was why I stayed,<br \/>\nbecause I couldn\u2019t believe what I couldn\u2019t label:<\/p>\n<p>what I didn\u2019t know was that what you did was far worse, stripping me of feelings and thoughts<br \/>\nand my sense of self. And when I finally understood you cried<\/p>\n<p>and asked me \u2014 you dared ask me \u2014 what you would do without me. The humpbacks have come<br \/>\nand gone eight times since then, and I sometimes still see you in town,<\/p>\n<p>entwined with another woman, but I close my ears to the gossip we delight in here at the end of<br \/>\nthe world and remember only that last question, and wish I\u2019d had<\/p>\n<p>the strength to answer with the words I want to say now: that, as a man would say<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 180px;\">I simply don\u2019t give a damn.<\/p>\n<p><em>Jeannette Angell is a poet, playwright, and novelist who lives and works in <span id=\"lw_1254616616_3\" style=\"border-bottom: 1px dashed #0066cc; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer;\">Provincetown<\/span> at the tip of Cape Cod. More about her at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jeannetteangell.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><span id=\"lw_1254616616_4\">www.JeannetteAngell.com<\/span><\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jeannette Angell: Answers, What I Didn&#8217;t Know Answers It was my friend Rachel who said, I love Emily Post. She asked me to let her know when the big white book filled with intricate orders of service for everyday (and not-so-everyday) events and occurrences arrived at the bookshop. You read Emily Post? 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