New poems have been mostly slow to come these years, but this one came in less than 24 hours, and it’s one I’ve been trying to write for years. I think I’ve managed it, this time.
I bit a guy once.
I was 17 and didn’t know
he was roleplaying. He was 18
and I didn’t know he was roleplaying
for two months. I didn’t know that when he said
—as his fingers fucked me, handcuffed to a tree—
that I should say “no”
if I wanted him to stop, he meant
that exact word. When a few weeks later
I said, wanna stop
—around his bleeding hand between my teeth—
I didn’t know he thought I
was roleplaying. When I told him,
let’s not do this anymore,
he asked, why didn’t you just say “no?”