I wrote this awhile ago, about a friend who was raped at fifteen by the eighteen-year-old man who said he loved her.<\/p>\n
Beneath the Surface<\/strong><\/p>\n i.<\/p>\n air thins as in high places, a broken mosaic: flickering candles your bra above, his face crimson, too ii.<\/p>\n on the ceiling iii.<\/p>\n tomorrow, he will drive tomorrow, heart slowing I wrote this awhile ago, about a friend who was raped at fifteen by the eighteen-year-old man who said he loved her. Beneath the Surface i. air thins as in high places, whirring like an insect\u2019s buzz between your ears … Continue reading
\nwhirring like an insect\u2019s buzz
\nbetween your ears<\/p>\n
\ntransform his muscles
\ninto to shadows, highlights<\/p>\n
\nin the corner, limp
\nwhite swell, defenseless<\/p>\n
\none featureless tile
\nmatte black<\/p>\n
\nwhat to call
\nthis straining, fingerless hand
\nlike the stump
\nof a bloodied wrist?<\/p>\n
\nwater stain bleeds
\ninto the shape
\nof tail and bottle nose,
\nfor the duration
\nyou are that dolphin
\nsubmerged below
\nstucco waves<\/p>\n
\ntoo fast in his cherry convertible,
\nfingers waving through wind
\nsmile bright as a new coat of paint<\/p>\n
\nyou\u2019ll sit alone
\ndrowning<\/p>\n
\nblood shifting
\nlungs collapsing
\ncompressed by navy
\ndeeper than light,
\ninescapable<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"