There is so much I want to say,
like name-calling,
being whistled at as I walked down the street,
asked if I wanted a baby.
I liked to walk.
Until a man
exposed himself to me, from his car,
asking me for directions.
I was terrified and ran for blocks,
until I saw him following me.
then walked up to a house and rang the bell,
as if that was my destination.
Heart beating in my chest,
thanking God someone was home.
We get the picture, Mr. Kavanaugh.
You and your friends,
laughing through college,
bragging, cavorting, falling down drunk,
clueless, relentless, taking advantage,
not once thinking these party days
could return to haunt you.
You have a lot of ghosts in your closet, Sir,
They have all the time in the world.
cfblack 10-01-2018
Doctor Grandma 
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