When you decided you wanted a dance You did not know could not have known that I was not there waiting with pouty lips and swaying hips to dance with some yinzer fuck. When you put your hand up my skirt to grab my ass and check for panties, you did not know that my hand would clench around your wrist my fingers strong enough to leave a telling mark of purple mottled with red and blue. When you threatened to tear my new blouse I bought with my first ever bonus check if I didn’t show you my tits, I pulled it up high because I’d saved for so long. You did not know this fire in my belly coursing through my limbs You did not know that you were one schmuck too many in a long line of schmucks, you did not know that I was up to those very tits you tried to claw at with men like you. You did not know when I said you see with the eyes motherfucker that you would stumble away with stars and a mouthful of blood with the tang of iron with your own cum lodged in the pit of your throat.
Janette Schafer is a freelance writer, photographer, and opera singer living in Pittsburgh. She is a 2017 Maenad Fellowship Awardee through Chatham University. Janette was also a 2015 Arts MODE Fellowship awardee in experimental theater, the resulting play northeastsouthwest winning the Spirit of the Fringe award at the 2016 Pittsburgh Fringe Festival. Recent publications include Eyedrum Periodically, PublicSource, Chatham University Broadsides, The Woman Inc., Calamus Journal, and Nasty Women & Bad Hombres Anthology.