Antique shop

Is that what he told you
     he said he would tear you apart
    bit by bit
    and piece you back together with scotch tape
    because your soul wasn’t broken enough to be beautiful?

Is that what he told you
    as he pressed you into a corner
    and covered your rejecting mouth with his?

Is that what he told you when he ripped your best skirt
    as he thrust himself upon and into you
    in the back of that musty, fear-stained
    2001 Toyota Camry.

Is that what he told you
    that you were the best lay he’s ever had,
    it’s a shame you couldn’t be prettier?

What did he tell you
    when you walked away from that tragedy of a bed
    and rejoined your friends inside?

Did they tell you they would kill to be with
    a guy like that?
Did they tell you how lucky you were to be with
    a man like him?
Did they ask what he smelled like?
    the smell that makes you wretch,
    the fragrant scent of violation,
    the musty 2001 Camry’s fear-stained upholstery.

Is that what we told you?
    That you were an antique paper doll?