I can’t say love was involved but there was a great deal of tenderness
in the way I was asked to put my face into Sonya’s ass, a delicate place
but hungry at that moment—wide open and unashamed
I did as she said and kept going until she
pushed me off and began gasping quickly,
head out the window, watching C Street
and maybe a car driving by or somebody
picking a rock out of the lawn or
snipping a rosebud—
I don’t know yet if she loved me but she loved it;
her waters exploded all over my head
and she laughed, and said
I want you to fuck me like yesterday’s laundry.