She take the broadway bus
downtown to 16th street
looks through the alley
if no one’s in it
she runs like the wind
not daring to chance
meeting the man who grabbed
her in the crotch
last summer
when she was just nine
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1 comments:
Ouch! We carry a swodge of demons and ghosts with us for ever.
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