- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Your Voice
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It was like being punched in the breast. Grabbing those pants and wishing the humiliation would end. It almost did the night these teeth were shifted and infected. There’s something about the pressing of the skin nearest the chin between a crooked arm and no anger. I could not speak or breathe. I had to clean the spat blood from the long beige blinds. He wiped his own face. Your voice was an attack. When you raise your voice, I am being attacked. I dropped a coaster from our second floor down next to him. Normally, I am non-violent. He fell in the bushes and came back up clawed and took a picture. Tell her I was gardening. If something happens to your mom, the sex collection I bought for her is yours. Look at it. One by one. With me.
