Number One

What a fresh-faced picture I must have made, leaning against her, face upturned like a goddamn flower.

“Say it again” I sang, rapturous as an ingénue in an opera.

“Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend.” she obliged, smiling indulgently at me.

“Again!”

“You’re my beautiful girlfriend” she said, sliding one, two, three fingers in me.

I ignored the searing pain of having a calloused hand split me open and concentrated on the deliciousness of belonging.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

again, you have that knack that few people have.. it seems a bit natural for you.. it's so amzing but this story-poem jumped out right at me well done my friend Cheers:)

[Samuel Dickens]

I don't know what makes some poems reach out and grab me, but this one did. It's a little bit mean with sharp teeth, but not too offensive.