At the police station
I lie naked on the table
Men are stroking

with cotton swabs
over my skin, inside me
- the crime scene

object of investigation
file number
violation on violation

It is soft against hard
pain against lies
a fight

for the benefit of the doubt
about my words, my clothes
and his impeccable behaviour

The scratches in his skin have healed
as if I made them up, his DNA
under my nails is no evidence