Rape Culture
Another sleepless night
spent avoiding
the subject.
In a tantric state
our oceans are diesel,
are always burning
under bursting skylines
scraping the gills of a bloated fish,
from out of which
a silky soot always spills.
Blame the hook or blame the derrick –
soulmates rigged the match.
7/11/2019
A poem about the germination of cultural phenomena like "rape culture".
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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