Kate Foley: My Rapist Doesn’t Have to Go to Therapy

Kate Foley: My Rapist Doesn’t Have to Go to Therapy
Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

It’s Totally Fucked Up That My Rapist Doesn’t Have to Go to Therapy Too

 

browse through allentown’s / trauma therapist catalogue / this one does EMDR / the other, sand play / one’s a man / so he can’t / be trusted / i’ve been sleeping with men to avoid sleeping alone / i want to get drunk / with a man / with a fine man / i want to get drunk / with a man / i want to live on the brink / i want to prove to myself / that there is a man / worth trusting / to trust a fine man / but my criminal doesn’t have a co-pay / doesn’t have to designate a slot of time once each week / doesn’t have to nightmare about me / my rapist sleeps fine / he’s fine / he eats his meals / he brushes his teeth / he goes to work / he’s fine

Pulling Blood

 

my veins like tangled cable wires

connections unplugged

i want to be television

 

my veins like a tree’s fallen limbs

            torn through the storm,

            refugee from thunder

 

my veins like a map of the MTA

        rewire the tracks

        a stop on the F train

    i cannot even if i could

 

my veins like hair after the shower

        clean now

 

my veins like umbilical cord

        strangling the newborn

        throat reaching out for air


Kate Foley is a writer based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Her debut poetry collection, The Bird Hours, was published with Where Are You Press in 2017. She is the founder of Crooked Arrow Press (crookedarrowpress.com) and is so very curious about the future. Find more on her Instagram and Twitter: @acidprodigy.