catcall got your tongue?i.More Like This
the man says,
his whistles echo
like choking screams
from the passenger side window.
in a moment the car
has swept into the distance
in a windstorm of red-brown dirt.
it's two months after my twelfth birthday
and for the first time
I feel the fears of a woman.
we were in middle school
at some friend's pool party,
swimming in orange afternoon sun.
they crossed the dried grass
in their bikinis and the cars,
I can still hear their honking,
all of us startled like little birds
by the sound--
squealing out beneath grinning faces,
our bodies barely out of the first gate.
stubbornly crossing my arms
and wrapping in my towel,
staring at the shutters of the house
I couldn't hear.
she was barely old enough
to ride her bike by herself
when she came home crying--
auntie was dying of cancer
and all she could think of
was the laughter of the boys in her class
at the word "breast".
they were jokers cack