"DON'T GO TELLING MAMA"

She said

“Don’t go kissing boys

Don’t let them touch you”

And then

She touched me

“It’s ok”

She said

“Don’t go telling mama”

And with a kiss

She zipped my lips

The smell of sweat and flesh

My infant mind

Stored in masses

In hidden folds

Up in my brain

And now it spews them

Into my thoughts

I smell her

The taste

In my mouth

Her leathery nipples

Burning

Into

My sore tongue

Her flabby abs

Pushing down my belly

With kisses,

She wiped my tears

The feel

Of her calloused

Hands

Rough fingers

Shoved up my…

“Shhh”

She said

“Don’t go telling mama”

And with sloppy kisses

She soothed

My bruises

Once I killed her

In the bathtub

And laid there

Crying

On the cold floor

Then I stabbed her

At church

And watched

Her blood flow

Down

Beneath the altar

While I prayed

For her soul

Her voice comes

And goes

“Don’t go kissing boys”

So I let the boys go

And found

The men were

Sweet

And women

Lush

“Shhh”

I say

“Don’t go telling mama”

I still dream of you

Your breath

And smile

And breasts

I dream of

Your hands

And thighs

And lips

I dream

Of

You

In

Pieces

Laid up

On those cotton sheets

On which I bled

Once

“Shhh”

You said

“Don’t go telling mama”