and some guy sat
on my apartment floor
after I gave him reiki
for money.
I was in a desperate place.
with a grin, with a
hard on, he asked
“what do you look like naked?”
and he pressed his hand
deep into my thigh
as if I was a
banister to lean on
while he stood up.

and I stood fast
in my cracks
like the other
weeds in Kensington’s
concrete garden,
shooting up
and growing
into a gun
all of a sudden,
biting that hand
clean off.

“the birth”

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