Coming Home After a Rape

Tear the silver wrapping from the carton of cigarettes

Fell pressure on your thighs. Feel them snap open.

A sweaty hand on your jaw
Slick thumb across the bottom lip
Hold breath, close eyes
Pretend his hand moved up
Suffocated you so you could be dead and not standing

At SFO baggage claim

Being picked up in arrivals

Crying in the bedroom and hearing the creak of the door
Mom is told that you're crying by you're little sister

Now mom's body is behind you and she holds you
while you choke on saliva

Mom starts stealing your cigarettes
Soon the carton is empty
Left by the door, next to the ashtray she bought in Paris

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