Healing as a Slow Process
We were getting stoned
and had just taken gravity bong hits.
She wondered if I was as high as she was,
but I wasn't.
She told me to tell her when I got there.
She had a question, she said.
She wanted to know what had happened
back then.
I laughed the whole time because
I've basically detached myself from it all.
The words "attempted rape" flow out
as i I hadn't been trying to come to terms with that
for almost seven years now.
She didn't prod.
She let me hide into the blankets when I became overwhelmed.
While falling asleep
she told me to wake her if I had
any nightmares
about it all.
She didn't make me feel pressured
or weired.
I feel safe.
Almost.