Dec 2017
"Good morning" he chirps
as I am mourning my lost
childhood stupor.
"Good night" he whispers
between kissing my cheek and
the door slamming shut.
as I am mourning my lost
childhood stupor.
"Good night" he whispers
between kissing my cheek and
the door slamming shut.
Two haikus about the first time I thought I understood consent.
