My friend’s rapist
three-day dry gluestick
I won’t say the name
retracting back into himself
The other two that came with him
and eventually they let her go.
I remember the pillowed box
They put Joanie in after she died.
Peering in, Eily says
‘No, it doesn’t look like her.’
All of these rooms are what they are.
Virginia’s bedroom, too,
stabbing her knife into the drywall
‘fuck the security deposit!’
Jack and I sleep feet to face,
face to feet in her bedroom.
V went off and slept somewhere else.