A real live new poem (Rated NS: Not Safe)

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?”

Share this page:

One thought on “A real live new poem (Rated NS: Not Safe)”

Comments are closed.