"Here is the cycle and this is what begot it:
he touched me in cars. Nights we drove
only to stop by the water, so still our shadows
made sounds. Light from the lake broke
from his fingers. Once, a cruiser found us.
I was asked if I was safe. I knew
nothing. I said yes."
he touched me in cars. Nights we drove
only to stop by the water, so still our shadows
made sounds. Light from the lake broke
from his fingers. Once, a cruiser found us.
I was asked if I was safe. I knew
nothing. I said yes."
— Alison Stine, “Chairs,” from Ohio Violence (via bostonpoetryslam)
