#14
Advice
Copyright (c) 1997 by Annalee Newitz
I was admiring the purple points of her hair
and the way her jeans ripped
at the curve of her hip
she was leaning over the counter
addressing the man with a black eye
who stood guard at the tattoo booth
I could hear the electric needles buzzing behind a paper shade
as I stared at her, at him, at the display case of water pipes
which I used as cover to listen in on their conversation
nobody wants me just because I'm seventeen
she said giggling and reaching for him
will you help me?
it took me a moment to realize she must not be kidding
she was playing the ultimate jailbait role
coming on to a man probably in his thirties, a real slimbag
he was alternately silent and leering
I wanted to stop them, to grab her and growl
watch out watch out watch out
you have no idea what this man could do to you
but she just blundered on
her shirt rode up her back and exposed her as she continued alluringly
when I was fourteen I had sex with a
twenty-eight-year-old
and I thought of my own days as a teenager
I snarled with desire and begged strangers to sleep with me
cocking my hips in glorious fuck-me rebellion
I wish I--or someone--
could have prepared her and I for what might happen
when your need is used against you and turned into an ugly thing--
you talk like a slut . . . let's go . . . open up
no one--
not even grrls with spikes--
is ever tough enough to take it
5-16-97
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