I blame her.
E.L James of 50 Shades of Grey.
She did it, unwittingly of course.
She was just trying to turn a buck
With a bit of earnest fiction, I’m sure.
But she unleashed it.
The American subconscious.
Seething all this time, culminating
In this climactic rape scene,
The public just wanting it,
Conditioned to accept it as love
Rape, breaking down, power loss
Submission to might–in the name
Of love, the father, and that not-so-
Holy ghost misogyny we all love
To hate and hate to love.
In the name of the grandest
Circle jerk, Americans,
Perpetrators and victims, watch
Stroking themselves as they
Witness, their own interests die
And with them, their lives.
And so be it.
Get off while you can.
The party’s started.
When the gang rape
Really gets going, full thrust
They’ll be no stopping it.
Witness and weep.
Or get out.
Fuck off.
In the gaze of the other 