Memory Leaves

Saturday, January 28, 2006

an ugly one

A Mentor’s Memento

Abjuring the ease that comes
from demurely accepting your
proffered avuncular spunk,

I refuse to let this roll down my backside.

I, too, can profess.
You took something of mine.
(the idea of rape)
(to pillage my idea is still stealing)

Looking for some numericity --
(how many invasions of body and thought must I assume?)

I am not up for grabs, nor grab-ass.

Familiar betrayal, friendly fire:
The wound where I wanted to like you.

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