POETRY: Yes / Abriana Jette
Yes
by Abriana Jette
When you went out that night, did you know he would be there? You must have thought he was good looking, with that brown hair, those ocean eyes? Did you talk about things other than school? What were you wearing? Did it show off your body? Doesn’t it feel good when someone calls you sexy? Did you let him hold your waist? Did he buy you anything to drink? Weren’t you laughing with his friends? Sometimes he made you feel safe? So you went back to his place? But you don’t remember how you got there? If you don’t remember how you got there, do you remember what his bedroom looked like? Were his sheets plaid? Was the bed moving? Was it the moving of the bed that woke you up? Did his skin smell like soft bergamot and sweat? Wasn’t his neck on your neck? Wasn’t his body on your body? Is there anything else you remember? You’re telling me you didn’t feel your legs opening? So you’re saying you were sleeping? Did he drive you home the next morning? Did you sit in his passenger seat? Did his hand hold your thigh? Did you talk in the car? Did his lips trail across your cheek as he went to kiss you goodbye?
