Love: A Poem in Four Parts

1.

I met Paul when I was newly

12–he had turned 19 that

frigid December.

 

My mother paid him

5 dollars an hour to

watch me–

 

undress.

 

 

                2.

 “This is the way 2

guys show their

love…doesn’t

that feel good?”

 

“Yes.”

 

               

                3.

When I was 15 –

I told my psychiatrist how Paul

had made me feel, and that girl

I fingered in the backseat couldn’t

make me –

 

cum .

 

               

                4.

 “I’ve really missed you

Paul.”

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