post-rape dim space
he’s asleep, if he stays asleep
you can escape
that eerie still-drugged
what’s-going-on chopped-up thinking
slide off the bed
dirty floor
feel for your clothes
tee shirt, jeans
tiptoe, twist the door knob
more men
sleeping, tiptoe between them
out the front door
no clue
where you are
sidewalk, streetlight, street sign
bum a dime
dead of night
soles of your feet, goosebumped arms
stand close to the brick wall
wait
what seems an endless time
for the slow-down sound of
his two-stroke exhaust
shaved head
full leathers, never absent
smell of mary jane
he jackets
helmets, goggles, & shoes you
helps you climb on
grab hold
city streets to country roads
eyes-closed journey to time after
time before
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