Turkey Baster

 
The doctor needs to stick a turkey baster between her legs
to photograph a collection of bad memories
 
of a night when home was no longer home and was,
instead, a thin veneer of civilization,
 
mascara lining the eyes of a culture
bruised by daddy.
 
They want to take off her clothes
and make sure her honor isn’t stolen in the bathroom,
 
because the only thing that can stop a rapist
in the lady’s restroom
 
is a potential rapist in the lady’s restroom.
They want to take off her clothes
 
because terrorists wear burkinis. Not like civilized people,
with their boxers and mustaches
 
and penises and wont to be the love child
of bin Laden and Chris Kyle.
 
The doctor needs to stick a turkey baster between her legs
to photograph a collection of bad memories
 
because what is sanctity
if it isn’t forced?
 
~ryas
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