When I Least Expect It

When I Least Expect It

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When I Least Expect It

In the seats around a classroom
or a supermarket line,
when I’m caught between two men,
I feel the space between my legs
and feel it burn between my thighs,
feel it burn like stocking chafe,
like bike-wreck knees, like Clorox burn.

Then I’m caught between two men
and feel the clothes around me tear,
feel the snaps and buttons jerk,
feel the callused hands around me,
prodding, grabbing, kneading, clawing
tits and cunt and ass and hair.
I shriek and feel my body falling,
my head exploding, my hymen ripping,
feel their weight, their breath, their biting,
sucking, licking, licking, licking--
their withdrawing.

And I’m trapped between two men,
oozing semen, blood, and tissue,
and the cops who took my statement
ask, "Why did you ...? Did you ...? Did ...? You ...."