SPEACH

My mother never spoke to me
of sex; I was not told
penis enters via vagina.
I was not aware,
until recently,
there is a skeleton
inside of me—
though, I knew
of my bone.

A child, a brother, a peer
whispered in my broken ear
about a woman’s lips and a man.
Blow by blow, I was taught,

and I was taut for my first time
all through the young night:
tentative but not giving
any of myself to her
when I nibbled at a breast—

where she felt pain
for the first time,
and where I felt none.

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