Head to head
two girls lie belly down
on the sun-warmed stone
of a low wall between farmhouse
and milking barn
they opened wide
for a mouthful of foamy milk
straight from the ****
but their interest lies elsewhere
they seek a name
for the male *****
neither of them has yet seen
***** still tightly furled
one of them will be molested
by the older brother of the other
who will throw himself
in front of a train
without warning
all the blame
will be heaped on her
she’ll  cry out
“You don’t know
what he did to me”
faceless victim
of yearnings he doesn’t dare to name
fog thickening
until he forgets what it was like
to be safe and sane
at first she is sure
that she deserves better
but damage is a habit
hard to shake