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the Battle at Hand I wanted you to know that I was on a mission when I saw you, and that I was a warrior and you were just a helpless victim that couldn’t fight my weaponry. that wouldn’t fight my weaponry. I would come in to town and pillage and rape, and rape and pillage depending on how you put it. and rape is such a hard word, you know, entirely inappropriate for this, because I made sure that you wanted me before it was all over (because I have a knack for doing that when I fight my battles). this is how I care to think of you. I was on a conquest and I came fully equipped with ammunition. I had bayonets; I had a rifle with rounds of bullets in a chain thrown over my shoulder; I had a .22 caliber magazine loaded hand-gun. I didn’t even need to use the hand-grenade or the tear gas. even before I started using my tongue as a weapon with a kiss I used it as a weapon with words. and I knew I had won you won over from the start - you looked at me when I spoke (and I think you might have actually wanted to listen to me). and I would never have to resort to violence to get what I wanted from you. we seldom had opportunities before. there wasn’t much of an opportunity here but we made one, and we somehow made it work. I know I wasn’t ready for a battle before but I want you to know that I came ready to fight and I didn’t care the circumstance or whether or not we had to be quiet (because we wouldn’t want anyone to find out - and no one did). and no, it was not a momentous moment in my life. it was just a moment. a conquest, a battle, and in my own mind, I won the war. you still thought I was beautiful and that I was horny - did I create a little monster in you? now I’m going to have to re-arm myself and use my stockade of defenses to push you away. but that is the cost of winning battles all the time, I guess. you thought I would always want you, and you know, I liked winning the battle, but I’ll have to work again so that you don’t come back to haunt me because we weren’t meant to be anything to each other and you were just a conquest for me - a battle won. people thought we would never get along. but I know better, I know there is no such thing as NOT getting along with me, and I know I can make anyone like me, as I did with you. you were easy prey, you know. U.S. Government Copyright Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.