you stupid piece of fuck meat, I told her
and smacked her tit. I don’t even love you.
you love me though, don’t you?
uh huh! she nodded.
why? I asked her.
because I’m a stupid piece of fuck meat! she said.
atta girl, I slapped her tit some more …
afterwards we passed a cigarette back and forth:
I don’t think I liked that, she said, staring at the ash.
don’t worry, I’m not saying you raped me or anything.
I wanted to try it too. I just mean, it’s not for me.
she held out the smoke. is that ok?
of course, I took it off her. sex is about communication.
we’ll do what you want next time. and thank you for telling me how you feel.
she hugged me as I toked on the last of the dog-end …
I’m pregnant, she said, pressing her heel into my scrotum.
urgh, uh, I squirmed. whose is it?
your brother’s. and you’re going to raise his baby, she said
twisting the heel. won’t you?
urgh! yes! I said. yes mistress!
I enjoyed that, she said afterwards, taking a deep drag.
can we do it again?
if you want, I said.
what? I said. what’s so funny?
but I don’t think she heard me.
I adjusted the bag of peas between my legs
and waited for her to pass me the smoke.