My lover was confined to a crib;
He was a child and I couldn’t give
Him the fatherhood he said he’d grip
In an embrace if he could forgive.
My lover was abandoned and thick
With pregnant pauses whenever breath
Escaped my lips; he was double quick
Ev’ry time he would beat me to death.
He was statuesque if statues moved
Like anacondas in a ground floor
Apartment where a stripper had grooved
And he loved me like he was a whore.
His name was ——— and he fucked me
Like I was famous when he wasn’t
Constricting me with arms like a tree;
“A boy who once loved me now doesn’t.”