A toast

Here’s to bad dates
To the wrong wine
To crying in cabs
Used up and tossed away
Again


Here’s to the men that make them
Entitled to their pleasure
Ignorant to yours
Schooled in how to get it
Regardless of cost


Here’s to pseudonyms
Protecting your life
Concealing your shame
A carpet over the trap door
You’re huddled beneath


Here’s to rape
And all the ways it happens


Here’s to admitting it
And the magnifying glass
I hope it burns