i thought of you unjustly waiting

i thought of you unjustly waiting
for lines

one

two

then your breath became rough
and unadorned with ease

how in that blue dress that covered all
your sheerness you knocked on the white
oak door

walked in
saw your mother and father
straightening a tie
and you shut the door
softly

as to not wake your little brother from his nap

you sat them down
and told them
about the lines

one

two

about the night he groped you and pushed
his pleasures into you, letting them all
drip through your back
deeply into

and the morning when you awoke
to run onto the cold bathroom floor
to leave behind all of the morsels from the days before

and that time you felt the drip
drip drip
of white pure from your breasts

your father cried
your mother yelled
your father yelled through a wall of tears and sniffling

and you sat there, taking it all in
(like those pleasures, i suppose -
it should have been mine)