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Trigger warning: this poem examines societal experiences of and reflections on rape. It includes graphic imagery.

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I saw a show, once: a woman told a story. She told of how she was raped after a company party. By a coworker. She lay limp. She didn’t know she could say “no.” She didn’t know. Later, she came to call the experience…