and this was a one night stand

If I close one eye I might be able to see the sun through the cracks,

I could plan my day around this event,

try to remember hymns from my childhood

and what was it that GOD said about not bearing more than we can handle?

But I wonder how long this will last, how much more pain I can ignore.

Time has become compressed about my head

and this rockingrockingrocking is making me sick.

Maybe rape isn’t so bad after all, you get to meet lots of people -

the rapists, the police, the people who’ll swear your skirt

was too short or blouse cut too low never mind you were at

home watering the plants or just falling asleep

‘cause that great movie last night finished late or

you were in long sleeves and jeans down the road cursing the damn chicken pox.

nah.

what the hell.

I’m a woman, a hole - he has needs, he’s a man.

I should get over it, why must women be so emotional?

So this rockingrockingrocking is my lullaby then, I must

swallow the rage the hate the pain the shame the ow, that hurts

so much god does he have AIDS I’m dying dying I know I am,

what would Mike say and is the sun really all that hot, I wonder, how was the Young and Restless today?

                                                                                                                                                           /lallen