Dawn Lundy Martin's Violent Rooms while not outright clear what she's referring to, leaves room for interpretation within the ambiguity. The adjectives used are not wholly visual but rather they are figurative. For instance when describing a thing that many had done before she says, "The wound is rupture. Blood-faced. Between sailing and anchor. No, between shipwreck and burial." Where the last part of that could either be a time or a place, or neither. Just some intangible construct of an existentially nihilist mind.
     As an entirety the poem evokes the image of either a birth or a rape, but it's probably neither; or it's one or both. The line "A rancor defines the split." Signifies a level of unwanted parting. "Rip into."? "That urgent flex peels off the steady layers." Possibly an undressing of clothes. "A girl, I say. Girl. Gu-erl. Quell." An attempt at maintaining self identity. And then the quell. A forced silence. The victim under assault. Or it could be something entirely different. Probably, yes. That's the beauty of poetry. I'm sure if I read it tomorrow it'll mean something else to me. If at this very moment it represents a rape room or an wanted child birth, then that's what it represents.
     This CAConrad chap. Traveling poet, what an interesting character. I wish I could have gotten a chance to hear him read yesterday. His existence is poetic. Eat, breath, sleep. A dedicated soul to his craft. Very respectable.