Cheryl Townsend
i remember that
I was 10 when his
18 pinned me smothering
in my own bed football
hero groping all that was
left of a small town I
cried against his dis-
regarding lips packing
budding breasts like
raw hamburg in his
quarterback hands
his laugh satanical where
the hell was everyone I
twisted resistance to the
lifting of my girl Scout
uniform trying to bite arms
too far to reach I wanted my
mommie small hips lift
with tear of panties why is
he putting his finger in
there I tried not to pee in
my bed he called me
bald pussy and pulled
it out was ready to rip
but I couldnąt hold it
any more pissed all
over him and my lilac
and white bed spread
that my grandmother
made for me he called me
more names after slapping
me zipped himself back
away and left me to cry
over stains that will never
ever wash away
