THE TEACHER FROM EDINBURG, TEXAS
The local channels in Edinburg said
he took a girl Thursday night, his student
of fourteen, to a golf course and raped her
in the car’s back seat. This broadcasted event
compelled him to flee Texas. The stories,
he claimed, were invented by the mother.
He gave no reason why the mother lied.
And even though I know better I hoped
he got something like consent and I thought
it would’ve been worse if it was violent.
At the time I mostly worried, and still,
because the charges haven’t relented.
Still, I pushed it. I couldn’t help it, and he said,
because she’s a crazy bitch.
I thought of him in prison and kept silent.
Truthfully, I didn’t care if he wasn’t innocent.
The night he confessed I went home with him
and many summer nights before then were spent beside him.
Hayley Boyd is an obscure poetess and currently a part time barista residing in Portland, Oregon with her daughter, Pearl. This is her first published poem. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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