I. haunt me all you like you can’t hurt me again this is no eternal victim you can’t fuck with me now show up in my dreams I’ll rape you this time, for kicks dream your ugly ass into cute so it doesn’t leave a bad taste tell your dumb ass friends you ran the train on this slut they can tell their gossipy cell mates cuz you don’t know my friends try to walk into my place command me to fuck your friends? this 900 mile buffer, for your broke ass is like an Iraqi trying to get a US green card steal my brother’s video games? I’m not taking the fall again my brother doesn’t play Hudson’s Adventure Island he’s a grown up who trusts me drive your broke down car to me you’ll need a new muffler I’ll give you some badass germs this time you can pull down your pants at Urgent Care what else you got? II. this time you were a referral sad, beat down, skinny teenage boy like all the broken kids I see every day me, my present day, powerful grown up self (and mandated reporter to boot) you still the same kid, already kicked off the team trying to get a diploma instead of a prison sentence puffing your caved in chest with bluster and bravado that’s a conflict of interest and nobody knows but us teenage clients don’t read their clients’ rights forms no parent helped you ask for a therapist you hadn’t raped I’ll note the time when you come in late, dripping rain let’s start your assessment and see if we’re a good match we can play my sticky half deck of Uno while we talk What’s good about your family? Who else can you count on for support? What are your talents? Has anything bad ever happened to you? Why are you here? III. meet me here and now for the first time you be the teen, I’ll be the social worker I would love you like I love them all fight to treat you, not lock you up if I, the social worker, met the fourteen year old me that you raped I wouldn’t treat you both who would I treat? who would I refer?