The third in eight days.
Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died just before you.Is not even your death yours alone?
April 13, lost to violencewhich, it turns out meansbeaten and hanged to deathat the Bayamon correctional complex,a men’s prison in Puerto Rico.
A men’s prison, Penelope.
Why did it take two weeksto announce your death?
I have more questions than answersPenelope, not even an image of yousurvives to those like me, an outsiderlike you.
Penelope: weaver, faithful,long suffering, wise and wily,your name is strong. Did you weaveand unravel your own shroudas the days passed to stave off crudesuitors? My mind stops at your end.
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