The Silence of Women By Liz Rosenberg Old men, as time goes on, grow softer, sweeter, while their wives get angrier. You see them hauling the men across the mall or pushing them down on chairs, "Sit there! and don' you move!" A lifetime of yes has left them hissing bent as snakes. It seems even their bones will turn against them, once the fruitful years are gone. Something snaps off the houselights, and the cells go dim; the chicken hatching back into their egg. Oh lifetime of silence! words scattered like a sybil's leaves. Voice thrown into a baritone storm-- whose shrilling is a soulful wind blown through an instrument that cannot beat time but must make music any way it can. |
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