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I Wish

I could go back in time=blink
and have their names, flab and faces

fade into the backs of my eyelids.

I choose my next outfit and look at my watch.
It's time and the next John is on his way--

I must stop, and forget who I am--who is he?

It's over with, so I try to sleep.
I dream about them--touching and violating me.
I wake up drenched, crying out, trying to shake

the shivers of another nightmare away.

When I look in the mirror I do not see my face.
No matter what else I'd try or wherever my place--

All of the wishing in the world
could never change my leather into lace.

--Rhonda Myers