Satin blouse raised up around her face,

lace panties down around her ankles,

she lay there,  bruised, scratched.

She sits up in the darkness,

tall grass shields her

as she reaches out,

running her hands through wetness

in search of her wranglers.

Voices and footsteps nearby,

she crouches down again, hiding

her nakedness, until they are gone.

No knowledge of the hour,

her heart pounds fiercely.

"What's happened to me?

Where am I,"  she whines?

On hands and knees,

she scours the ground

for remenents of herself,

jacket, scarf...yes, finally,

torn, wrinkled wranglers.

Scrambling about,

she must make things right

before anyone sees her there,

in a country cornfield, stripped of

sorority-dignity,

silken-hair all a mess.

With stars as her only witnesses,

she whispers, "Tomorrow I'll stop drinking."

bjd