He smiled and said he was lonely,
let’s go for a ride down by the dunes.
Retracting the top of his new convertible
we sped along freeways and dark back roads
while the radio blared Louie Louie.
I remember the sea wall and drinking straight
from the bottle until the swallow no longer burned.
The moon and the stars sunk down behind his shoulder
and my stifled cries drowned in the Sea.
While my father slept I scrubbed my bruises
watched pools of red eddy at the drain.
You think I’m no body
but I’m not just somebody whose all alone.
Dedicated to all victims who fail to report sexual assault