pink elephants

molestation hides
between the plastic cover and the couch

in the space our grandmothers
forbid us in

trapped in knickknacks,
dust settles on our …secrets… die in the living room

the stories
reveal themselves to lovers

who can’t handle your flashbacks
and impromptu tears

jesus aint always available for council

the tales are branded
on pussies and penises

spread like communicable diseases
sex is a griot that tells the truth

ravaged wombs and urethras
birth babies

hymens broken
wet dream ready

and we are the keepers
of said secret:

the he’s – the she’s
the they’s


the me’s – the we’s
the us

and either parents believe
or flee further away from their memories

just when we thought
pink elephants were an endangered species


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