REASONS Because her cocktail was laced and her blouse was unbuttoned. Because the house wasn’t cleaned and she spent too much on Jimmy Choos. Because the other men held her down. Because if she doesn’t give it up more often, he’ll cum too quick. Because he had cash and a warm car when her pockets and belly were empty. Because she ordered the lobster and she needed him to like her. Because she was feeling so fucking alone. She dreamed that just once she was in control, not guilty, ashamed, afraid, or expected. That it was her thirst quenched, her desire sated. Just once, she’d keep her eyes open with screams of unbridled bliss, and Oh…. It would be for all the right reasons.
Retronaut
Shawn Aveningo Beaverton, OR
number Three / 2014 •
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