you peer

savagely leering,

strings of pearls dripping

from your gaping clamshell mouth

like spit

spit the words on the back of my legs

whistling

linger

fingers on car horns

pour your words into my frame

nameless

name me, shamelessly

beautiful

full of it

bitch

trip a bit

sexy

I’ll see you tonight

don’t fight it darling

get in the car—sing

sweetheart—

your cell phone’s dead—

my cellphone’s dead

she said

leave me alone

followed her home

shadows creeping

weeping under streetlights

flickering

bickering

he didn’t touch you—

he did

he did—

keen

clean

obscene

scream loudly

he’s swearing

what was she wearing

staring at her hands

stand quietly

he gets off free, she’ll never be

beautiful

full of fear

here, I quote,

wrote it on her body in blood and shit

“he did.

he did.”