The Right Word For It


It’s hard to know

The word for it, because


The repeated no, leave off, stop it

Were too quiet

If, because they’d history

She’d invited him in

The heavy body

He’d walked her home

That the word 

She felt, like sand under nails

Was wrong

She had, no bruise, no swelling, was alright


Except for the blind thudding in her chest

And the sense

That her voice had been balled up and chucked away with the dirty sock

He’d used to quiet her tongue.