Nine Eleven Twenty Eighteen Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

And so goes
the breaking news
of the day.

Six less women.

That's six more
women that can't
accuse me
of molestation.

No! Not them.

Me!

I don't know
where
the other 100 went
but
those six
I want
their number.

Those six women
ruined my day.

I want all of them
to submit
to the polygraph.

Hey! Buk!

Did you have
anything
to do with them?

I don't know
how my roaming
fingers
escaped them
but apparently
their slippery slips
slipped away
forever
and
beyond.