In the woods
there is a nook
a rock
shaped like a chair
it’s where
he touched my hair
and dipped his
hand
between
my seven-year-old legs
he pushed his way in
he pushed me down
I remember too much
and it was over, then,
how I saw the world
once open and innocent
now dirty and violent
and a child can never un-see
a moment lost,
that timeline notch,
five minutes that mark
that moment still lingers,
five minutes taken from me
with his forceful, driving fingers,
and I still want them back,
all these years later
these almost 50
years later,
I want them back.
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