she is talking
about her thirteenth year

about her mother’s lover

the sound of his footsteps
as she lay in bed

the press of his weight
just outside her door

^

it’s the same story
told
a thousand different ways

it’s the boyfriend who
passed her on to his buddies
for beer or pot or a
new set of tires

it’s everything
she was forced to do

^

and she is talking
about love

she is saying
she believes

is saying she doesn’t
want to be alone

tells me she doesn’t
expect me
to understand

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