Three Poems – Amy D.

The Rapist Stood Up in Court and Said
(after Jeffrey McDaniel)
 
I am not a rapist. I dreamt those women were icebergs
who needed my help. Before you judge me,
consider what becomes of the dripping:
how just a few drops provoke the tornado sirens,
how a sprinkle is enough to scare
the turtle back into his shell. I am the first man
to bend spoons with my voice. Can I help it
if bodies follow? You’ve never seen
how they dangle, each one the corner
of a band-aid come unstuck. You’ve never
been there when they fan themselves out
in front of me. Pick a card, any card.