I did not know
that you weren’t
meant to kiss me
when my mother left for work.

when she shut the door behind her and turned her car on,
you would wait to hear pull
out of our driveway,
then you would tell me I wasn’t smart
as you kissed me

how there would never be men
who would want to fuck me
like you did.

you would kick the cat
out of the way as you called me a bitch,
when you told me I would never become
except yours.

I believed you because I was eleven,
because I was twelve,
because I was thirteen

because I asked the girl who lived in the
house next door if her
father hit her,
and she said no,
and I did not believe her.

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