I wasn’t there
you can see it in his images
my eyes far away
my hands on his—
it wasn’t what I expected
or wanted
and I didn’t know how to say no
when he begged me to ease his need
before he had to pick up his daughter
I thought I’d be brave
try a new way of connecting to art
try to see how someone might see me
appreciate me
desire me
love me
and I didn’t have clear boundaries
I was naïve and adventurous
stepping out of comfort
already
I wasn’t there
in the end, you see
in the negatives
my eyes are glazed over
far away
where everything is numb
far away
from his body
reveling
in my wet hands.
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