content notice: trauma from sexual assault
(on the anxiety that lives within body and space after being sexually assaulted in the small academic community that I must still live ((and thrive)) within)
It begins to swell.
Bodies and faces fill in
the spaces that were private.
I try to reason with myself
about percentages and likelihoods of
your form casting shadow
in publicprivate spaces.
I see you in real and story truths—
you’re driving around the block
buying groceries and out on dates;
Being of no consequence and
living without consequence.
But truths are embodied( , )
and of you( , )
and consequentially I am
afraid of privatepublic spaces.
Starting again each time laid bare.