Reverse Rain

I stand up. My father’s frown
hardens to a smile

while mascara runs
up my cheeks and dries black.

You take the taxi driver’s
pesos to ship me out

and I stop screaming
when you shove it in.

My shoulders bounce
off the bed into your palms

before the ocean spits our bodies
back towards the moon

and my skirt glides
up my ankles to clip my hips

I let go of your hand
before a liquid crowd

sips me in while alcohol squirts
off my teeth into an empty bottle,

waiting for a man to ignore
my ID and let me out.


Would you
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place
In my place