People You May Know by Kevin Kantor Lyrics
When my rapist showed up
Under "The People You May Know" tab on Facebook
It felt like the closest to a crime scene that I've ever been
That is
If I don't count the clockwork murder
That I make of my own memory
Everytime that I drive down Coflax Avenue
Still
I sit in my living room and sift for clues
Click
I see myself caught in his teeth
He is dancing with his shirt off
In a city that I've never been to
Click
He is eating sushi over a few beers with friends
and I am under his finger nails
Click
I know that alley
Click
I killed the memory of that t-shirt
Click
This is an old photograph
It's a baby picture
there is also an old man - presumably his father
they are both round and bright
and still smiling
Click
He is shirtless again
and I catch my reflection in the weight room mirror
#BeastModeSelfie
I call him the wolf
When I write about him
The wolf
So as to make him as storybook as possible
The wolf
When I write about him
Which is to say when my memory escapes the murder
or when the internet suggests it
Facebook informs me
that we have 3 mutual friends
Which is to say
That he is people you may know
Which is to say
I am people you may know
and there are people that know
and people that don't know
And people that don't know, I want to know, I'm afraid to let know
And probably people that know him that know of me that know
The word No
No
No
The word No was a flock of sleeping sheep
sitting in my mouth
And now I know the wolfs middle name
And what he listens to on spotify
And the all too familiar company that he keeps
And he can no longer be a wolf
Or the nameless grave i dig for myself on bad days
We have 3 mutual friends on facebook
and now it feels as if they are holding the shovel
64 people "liked" the shirtless gym pic
4 people told me they'd rather I said nothing
2 police officers told me that
I must give his act a name or it didn't happen
That obviously
I could have fought back
Which is to say
No one comes running for young boys who cry rape
When I told my brother
He also asked me why I didn't fight back
Adam, I am right now
I promise
Everyday I write a poem titled "tomorrow"
It is a handwritten list of the people I know that love me
And I make sure to put my own name at the top
Under "The People You May Know" tab on Facebook
It felt like the closest to a crime scene that I've ever been
That is
If I don't count the clockwork murder
That I make of my own memory
Everytime that I drive down Coflax Avenue
Still
I sit in my living room and sift for clues
Click
I see myself caught in his teeth
He is dancing with his shirt off
In a city that I've never been to
Click
He is eating sushi over a few beers with friends
and I am under his finger nails
Click
I know that alley
Click
I killed the memory of that t-shirt
Click
This is an old photograph
It's a baby picture
there is also an old man - presumably his father
they are both round and bright
and still smiling
Click
He is shirtless again
and I catch my reflection in the weight room mirror
#BeastModeSelfie
I call him the wolf
When I write about him
The wolf
So as to make him as storybook as possible
The wolf
When I write about him
Which is to say when my memory escapes the murder
or when the internet suggests it
Facebook informs me
that we have 3 mutual friends
Which is to say
That he is people you may know
Which is to say
I am people you may know
and there are people that know
and people that don't know
And people that don't know, I want to know, I'm afraid to let know
And probably people that know him that know of me that know
The word No
No
No
The word No was a flock of sleeping sheep
sitting in my mouth
And now I know the wolfs middle name
And what he listens to on spotify
And the all too familiar company that he keeps
And he can no longer be a wolf
Or the nameless grave i dig for myself on bad days
We have 3 mutual friends on facebook
and now it feels as if they are holding the shovel
64 people "liked" the shirtless gym pic
4 people told me they'd rather I said nothing
2 police officers told me that
I must give his act a name or it didn't happen
That obviously
I could have fought back
Which is to say
No one comes running for young boys who cry rape
When I told my brother
He also asked me why I didn't fight back
Adam, I am right now
I promise
Everyday I write a poem titled "tomorrow"
It is a handwritten list of the people I know that love me
And I make sure to put my own name at the top