my friends were sexually abused until i beat tim robbins in the forehead with the same baseball bat
07-29-2002



i went to my friend's house to catch up
only the far right side was habitable after the fire
flames licked away the life of everything they reached
going inside, we passed through a room with cabinets full of empty liquor bottles
my friend had one, her sister had the other.
soon i would have one too.
men watched as we walked past
one pair of eyes seemed very intent on staring a hole through my temple until i looked at him.
he was their father.
my friend showed me some of the internal damage in the house,
it was beyond repair, floorboards charred and chalky white in the corners.
turning back to the bar, tim robbins was thinking ahead while he was coolly warning my friend's sister
i saw my empty cabinet and looked back at the girls.
tim robbins had instructed my friend's sister to get the baseball bat down,
she started to cry.
i saw what was going to happen, i tried to intervene
but instead he told me to get the baseball bat, and handed me a handtowel to cover myself so i couldn't see what he was doing but still see the look on his face.
the girls cried as their father came closer to me, his eyes and mouth in a lazy smile.
with the baseball bat still in my hands, i hit him in the forehead several times before noticing it had begun to glow, throbbing in radiant colors, even lighting up the room.
i gave the bat to my friend and watched as the room emptied out, others afraid of the new life tim robbins' glowing forehead had brought inside.