This is the first time
I’ve ever seen the grandmother emotional.
She is mourning a time
when she was fourteen,
eighteen,
twenty-two?
No one knows.
It was after the dance and he had his way
—wait!
But she took off her dress,
the victim, we thought…
and he married her two months later.
(It wasn’t soon enough).
In a single minute she had
become his wife.
In a single minute she had
determined
the rest of her life.
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Submission Name: One Minute
