from Austin International Poetry Festival Anthology Très di-verse-city - 1999
edited by Scott Wiggerman

Coming To Terms

How strange it was.
The hands on my chest.
The knees on my legs.
The ripping of my shirt.

It was blue.
I lost a button.
and more.

How strong those arms were.
They held me down.
Pinned me.
Moved all over me.

Violated me
for years.

How strange it is.
Shedding that skin,
coming to terms.
Speaking your name.
Losing that shadow.

Still loving the color blue.