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      October 2, 2018Danielle DeTiberusAn Incomplete List of Last-Minute Allegations

      This is a smear, plain and simple. I look forward to testifying on Thursday about the truth, and defending my good name—and the reputation for character and integrity I have spent a lifetime building—against these last-minute allegations.
      —Brett Kavanaugh

      She swore before God that she hid
      because she was naked and the angel
      in the shape of a snake had tricked her.
      She presented an affidavit proving that
      when one is knowledgeless, one believes
      all sorts of things. The fruit was ripe
      and she was hungry after all. But the Lord
      said he wanted her to be naked without
      knowing she was naked. The snake
      would never be at fault. For snakes
      will be snakes and everyone knows a snake
      can’t help but slither. And just what
      was she doing strutting around
      the garden—naked, inviting serpents
      to talk talk talk and take take take.
      Because rape doesn’t always mean
      rape, and who’s to say really. No
      eyewitnesses, no probable cause.
      Even memory betrayed her, hazy
      with drink and youth. Like the women
      from Sabines who said they were
      charmed by the city anyhow. Caught
      on the battlefield between husband
      and father, what else to do but offer up
      their bodies in the name of peace. Later,
      in the kitchen, preparing parsnips and boiled
      wheat, some tried to name what happened
      on the long road to Rome. But who
      would listen to a woman speak of such
      private wrongs? No charges were filed,
      they’d say. After all these years,
      they say. Testimony against a soldier
      a swan a brother a bull a father a god.
      Outcomes include but are not limited to
      her becoming a slut a gorgon a wife a tree
      a joke. She was his wife his friend
      his patient his student his property his
      his—and just who did she think she was.
      She knew because her mother told her.
      So she let her words metal in her mouth,
      taste of bitten tongue. She knew
      because she saw who they burned,
      never could cook pork again without
      remembering. Taught her daughters how
      to scatter memory like smoke. She knew
      because she saw what happened when
      her neighbor burned the steak and how
      the others pretended not to see. How easy
      it’d be if only she could train herself
      to unsee, to unbruise like a miracle
      fruit. She waited because she was
      told to and she was told to do
      as she’s told. Days taught her that.
      Nights, too. She waited so long time became
      a page absent of her. No proof or trace.
      So long that when she spoke, her voice
      seemed to stain all that white
      space. A smear of oil against flesh.
      At the last minute—an anointing
      to ward off demons, though her faith
      had almost run out. She’d already tried
      everything else and had nothing left
      to lose. At the last minute she spoke
      and her word was the beginning/enough.

      from Poets Respond

      Danielle DeTiberus

      “The title for this poem was inspired by Brett Kavanaugh’s official statement, issued by the White House, in response to the allegations brought forth by Christine Blasey Ford.”