You might suppose that the desire for revenge gets stale

At least I would have thought

That the passage of time would wash out my anger,

Fade my memory, that

I could become nonchalant, shrug and

Let bygones, you know

But instead I google his name,

Track his whereabouts, stalk him computer-wise

If I haven’t confused him with someone else I find that

He is married and lives in Arizona

I contemplate emailing his wife.

I found a photo of him from 1962, the year it happened

He is standing with his lacrosse team

Looking beautiful

I remember seeing him that first time in the canteen

I remember when I fell in love

And I remember when I gave myself into his rapist pimping

Blackmailing hands.

Oh my god, I was so stupid

I remember every moment of that gangbang night

And now, almost 60 years after the event

My anger is still

Vivid and hot.

I still want revenge