Me, too – Samantha Singleton
5: He’d whisper, there’s a monster behind the couch
in the bedroom, and then ignore the widening
of my eyes as the curled strings of my hair
moved with the shaking of my head:
Help me find it?
9: Just try it, she said, her fingers moving on
the seam of his jeans while he looked on,
pleasantly enjoying the view of girls
a little less than half his age,
He’ll give you soda.
14: I really like you, he said, his hand
gripping the back of my neck,
tightening his grip as I tried
to move away from him,
you’ll like me too.
17: I knew better than to look, but here it was,
lit screen, You dumb bitch. I can’t believe
you’d fall asleep before I had the
chance to call, why the fuck
are you so stupid?
19: You’re gay? He said it with a laugh, like he
had other plans. And maybe he did, because
not long after, cleaning the pool, I felt
the imprint of his fingers sweeping
across the line of my bathing suit.
21: Those pants look really good on you,
and even though I flashed the ring I
bought for $5 from the antique
store, he insisted this was
only a challenge.
25: I need extra tutoring from you,
he said, blue eyes earnest, but
soon after, coffee shops
turned to questions
I’d never answer
29: Social media phenomenon, and, a week after,
he broke her fingers while she kept him from
becoming a disc on the interstate, cars
flying by as he threatens
to open the door.