a long breath spills out of me.
Then I hear Teddy Vale
through the speakers,
singing“Honey, Don’t Vanish”
straight into my veins.
My thighs twitch. My head hits the wall.
One finger. Same angle. Same speed.
Just get it out. Focus on Teddy.
But the voices come anyway…
‘Give me a pretty view to look at.’
‘You’re one of those—mouth on you,
‘but you like the attention.’
‘I’m knockin’ for my turn, bro.’
‘I want this one next.’
‘Friday Night Fuck Tradition…’
This is your fault, Drew.
If you hadn’t made me wait in your bar,
guys circling me, their eyes grazing,
mouths smirking, minds wandering,
right before I ripped myself open
to give you everything,
say shit I’ve never said out loud,
break myself just to hand you the pieces…
put your hand between my thighs,
let you catch your breath on my skin,
let you use my body like a cigarette,
light me up, burn me out,
I wouldn’t fuckin’ be here,
in a bathroom stall,
trying to outrun that guy’s comments,
