"me too," she says
almost as if it is something to be proud of
unwanted attention from a man
that hasn't been fought and won by tooth and nail
he calls to you on the street
grabs your ass in a supermarket
asks for your number
even when you are so young it's illegal.
he's your best friend until he isn't
a random guy who gets you a drink
an uber driver
a delivery man
he wants what you've denied him
or in his disillusioned head,
what you owe him.
he wants a part of you that no one else can have
something you can never get back
a thing that leaves you empty and broken
the kind of thing that you've been warned about
"don't go down dark allies"
"carry pepper spray"
"911 on speed dial"
"scream fire not rape"
he can be anywhere
he can be anyone
he can be caught
but his fight will be won
because he will claim innocence
the only innocence he has is what he stole from you.
"me too." she says.