When I read about your politics-
your persuasion of the young
I thought about when you had me against the wall,
between Venetian blinds and a submission poster,
against the holes of thumb tacks and discolored paint,
above a heating vent that burnt my shins
policies of non-disclosure
wiping off your mouth.
You managed with your shirt tucked in.
At home I drank vodka and wondered
how many girls,
how many offices,
add up to a position power.

-Sarah Gagnon