Forgive me daughter for I have sinned
I have sucked from your hole
I have slurped through your straw
I have sunken my head in your rocking chair
Dribble dribble dribble
spit spit spit
you’ve licked me like I love it
you cunning little bitch.
Don’t tell Mom
she’d be besotted
her little girl
and
husband
sharing a piece of cotton
I’m all gnarled up now
Get Mom’s dryer
Take that round brush
and blow me out straight
smooth out my curls
with your silky ass shit
If I gave you the impression
that I fucked with your locks
I seek your forgiveness
But it did really rock.
© 2013 Olivia Oakes
The Big Windows Review 5 (Fall 2013)
