I have always thoughtit could have been worseand I was luckythat night at my cozy cabinwhen a drunk neighbormarried father of threetwice my sizelet’s call him Bobcame through my gateinside the stockade fenceonto my porchslurring c’mon let me come inc’mongripping my arms pressing mewith his whole big bodyagainst the side of the househis mouth on my faceand neckrocky stream only feet awayand far belowbut somehow I objectedenough times and loudly enoughthat he stoppedtook offand yes yes oh yesthat could have been a lot worsebut my little cabinwas less cozy after thatSpring Creek less comfortingrealizing even thenthis was not my firststomachingimpotent ragenor would it be the lastand upon reflectionI am feeling a bit less lucky
Linking up with Paul’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: AWHAPE ME!