i do not let anyone touch me - i finally said
why not? because i was tired of men.
- hanging in doorways
- standing too close
- their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey
men, who did not com to the emergency room with you.
men, who left on christmas eve.
men, who slammed the security gates.
and who made you love them - then changed their minds.
forest of boys
their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you
grabbing your breasts
waving their money
eyes already knocking you down
taking what they felt was theirs.
- janet flitch -