This poem is about sexual abuse and the numb sorrow of it.

Servant

I’m your little Geisha

I’m your favorite sofa

Let me

bend over backwards

breathe out, take a moment

to be fully empty,

ready for your feet.

Let’s not say a word,

let’s not make a fuss,

but begin the journey,

take the dive

and break the

heavy surface of the waves.

Underneath

in a silent

underwater world

I will float by

like a weightless flower

without a single thought

-without a will.

Among strange fish

and sea grass

I will disappear

into the shape of the current.