Secret Clearing

Small, secret clearing
Surrounded by woods
Fallen tree resembling
A riding horse, rope
Hung for the stirrups

A child pretends
Herself a cowgirl
Riding fast, like
The wind, Run:
Run fast to escape

He brings her here
Says no, we won’t
Do that stuff this
Day, he lied: she
Sees the bulge

He can’t help it
Little girl, your hot
Makes his thing
Grow, now you have
To take care of it

Kiss it little girl
No I won’t: then
We’ll have to do
The other: Fear
Her closest companion

She was me, I
Was her, my
Stomach aches, my
Head jerks away,
Which way did I choose?

-Betsy-
April 1987

 

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