That summer I slept unprotected with at least ten men

I slowly quickly unraveled from born again
To someone who had no more fucks to give

A guy named Mike started stalking me after I rejected him

He found me at work
Made his friends call me

Told me
They took his gun away

I didn’t know you’re supposed to tell the cops the truth
About possible romantic involvement with your stalker

It establishes motive
They will take it more seriously

I was ashamed about Mike

He was disgusting
An ex-cokehead

He lived with his mom on Roosevelt Island
Bought me candy bars for a present

Played Wings in his room
We slow danced

I can’t listen to them anymore

I used Mike like a suicide hotline
Talked a few times then I stopped calling

The other men don’t really deserve mentioning

I know each of their faces
Not their cocks but their faces

How small a man is after he’s come

The size of a pinpoint of blood on a strip of plastic

All is wonderful
In the land of Oz