Have seen things
that are not written
in screenplays. They have seen
beyond arrogance and insults,
torture and secrets, broken trust,
and the hidden pages of medical
manuals. They have absorbed
more than the obscene pictures
that can never be erased
from the terrifying stories
women dare to whisper,
more than the isolating pain
of forbidden love.
They are not pools;
rather, they are caves,
weathered by ancient rock
formations, home to the artifacts
that define who we are
and who we have always been,
artifacts whose stories all reside
in Rooney Mara’s eyes.