Then I Remembered

But can’t, if I drove her to the party,
I may have, I think so but maybe not.
Maybe she drove and met me. Maybe
we stood together in the dark and I
rang a doorbell. K’s kitchen counter
strewn with bottles, K loomed large like
his male cousin, and his cousin’s wife.
They’d driven from Oklahoma, she was
an indigenous person, their names I
can’t recall. Jimmy was there, loud and
wasted. I myself, when I walked out,
got in my pickup, was too drunk to drive.
Next day she told me, maybe by phone
maybe face to face how K and his cousin
pawed her. I picture K’s big hand on
her shoulder, K’s hand wants to go down
to her left breast. She’s had a lot to drink
but she steps away; then the cousin paws
her thigh, she’s in a tight black dress, they
were half wasted, they wanted her down
on the couch, or maybe the kitchen floor.
All she told me was...I don’t remember
if she said rape, she may have. I won’t
ask her, we live far apart, and why bring
it up, she might want me to.