Sucking Noises That Are Loud Poem by James McLain

when i am sleeping at night they
come and scare me.
some thing comes over me and
i become wet.
and what ever it is,
it comes more often when it is raining.
vaguely,
i can make out the shadow of it.
on the wall,
in me when lightning it flashes.
some thing wide,
some thing long.
some thing that stays inside until i come.
the longer i sleep,
the louder the sucking noises become.
in the morning,
i always find my panties, loose and torn.
i think he will try and glue my legs together.
i think i am adopted.
And i shake back and forth,
at the sound of sucking noises that are loud.