the girl with knotted hair and
sweat stains asked her mother
why she ever married daddy,
hugging her knees to her chest
and picking at her runny nose.

years later, the mother said,
remember when you asked me
why I married your father?
he filled me up like none of those
Hollywood faggots with
modeling dreams.
he was almost too big—
I felt him up in my throat,
in my eyes sockets,
places he had no business being
and all my permission to explore,
and he took all of me
until there was nothing left to give.

that’s where we are now.
he takes Viagra in the bitter hope
I’ll let him fuck me,
and I have no more room.