At the Abortion Clinic
You took off my shirt.
Why did you do that?
Because if you hadn’t
we wouldn’t be in this position
right now.
You took off my shirt
on the boat house floor.
We were sitting beneath
an open umbrella suspended
on chairs.
You took off my shirt.
Talking was kissing.
You groped for my stomach
and I didn’t stop you, your tongue in
my mouth.
You took off my shirt
and now I’m alone
in cold fluorescent light,
reading Time because you went skiing
with friends.
You took off my shirt.
Why did you do that?
Because if you hadn’t
we wouldn’t be in this position
right now.
You took off my shirt
on the boat house floor.
We were sitting beneath
an open umbrella suspended
on chairs.
You took off my shirt.
Talking was kissing.
You groped for my stomach
and I didn’t stop you, your tongue in
my mouth.
You took off my shirt
and now I’m alone
in cold fluorescent light,
reading Time because you went skiing
with friends.
©MK
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