His fingers are removed from inside me
his hand taken out of my pants
the pain fades away
until it never
happened.


I remove his ugly old tshirt
my blue lace blouse is back on
comforting against my skin
I walk out of his house.
I’ve never
been there before.


His phone number
leaves from my phone
digit
by digit.


His smothering
cigarette
beer breath
mouth
walks away from me.
He has never
touched me.


His texts fly away into nothing.
He has never
contacted me.


I have a picnic with my friends in reverse.
We regurgitate cake until it’s whole,
then take them back to our houses
out of our ovens
until it’s batter.
Just ingredients on our shelves
that can be made differently next time.


Everything happens in reverse
until it hasn’t
happened.

Until it’s better.