When One Victim Becomes Every Victim

Did you drag me to the dumpster
like a Glad garbage bag full of trash,
glad I was drunk enough to
fuck and chunk over
the edge, a sack
of action toys?
Did pine needles prick
the fingers you used
inside of me, dirt beneath
nails scratching me
as if you were a grizzly bear
digging for seeds,
my vagina your den?
Did the fact I had no choice
make you flinch when
you entered me?

Laurie Kolp is author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing) and Hello, It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press), has poems appearing in concis, Yellow Chair Review, Prelude, and more. Find her on Twitter as @KolpLaurie.

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