I ask the sun to call me at night on my walk home. Everyday I become a little more scared. I recognize people and cars and it makes me nervous. My mother told me girls are most likely to be raped by people they know. I feel like I know these people. I’m worried they feel like they know me.
The sun asks me what I want to do. I say I want to get out of here. Go anywhere. Day comes early. A woman shaped light descends. She picks up the glass shop where I work and carries it to her palace. This is where she never stops shining. My clothes burn off my body. But I feel safe without tanlines. I love the hot black fingerprints she leaves on everything she touches.
