College girl:
Last weekend I got drunk at a party .
Four boys forced themselves on me.
It makes me feel so dirty, you know?
Friend:
I know.
The conversation moved on then.
For my friend in the cafeteria,
Hearing this casual retelling of
Gang rape by the strangers at the next table,
What succor was there to offer?
For this girl, someone’s daughter,
For those four unknown boys, sons of someone,
All living and acting in darkness and pain?
What would you do, if the hearer was you?
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