What can we do to make this world safe for women?
She asked me
I didn’t have an answer
I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about
All the sleepless nights
The pools of sweat on my sheets
Ripping off soaked pajamas
Trying to rest in a world without justice
How much I’ve ached
as I’ve recalled memories
which should not be mine
Memories she is just now beginning
to unearth
I didn’t tell her
I’ve sat in self-pity for years
A martyr
On a throne of suffering
How I have cried for her
But now she calls me
Drunk
announces
to me
(to herself)
that she, too,
has been raped
I have nothing I can say to her
