2016. április 20., szerda

i do not let anyone touch me - i finally said

why not?

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 -