Lesson
Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz

The heat of you spreads across my naked skin. You will teach me. The heel of your hand braced at the base of my neck, your fingers inching through my hair. You will teach me.

Fingers curl, entwine.

Yank.

You will learn, you whisper in my ear. A harsh promise balanced on my arched neck. You will teach me.

I will learn.

I will learn.

I will learn.

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“Sometimes words come to me and I write them down. The meaning I’ll leave to the reader.”