Just write it. Just write
it: what you thought, what
you felt, what you didn’t want
to feel. Just write it.

It was late at night when it happened,
roommate already passed out in her own bed,
and my mind was somewhere else:
in a great ship with tattered sails, sailing
across angry waves towards a hopeful future.
But that ship was lost in the toss,
no one knew where to find it

except him. So I write to feel
what I shouldn’t have felt, to know
that there is something to escape from
and escape to. Eventually I know
that I have to write about it. And I can’t
pretend it didn’t happen.

When I write, I can pretend anything.
When I write, I can be whoever I want to be.