I almost called him “Daddy”
when his hands were around my neck,
I wanted to be his babygirl in heart-shaped glasses
and slick bare skin—no lies between me and him.
And even now in separate seats,
the shape of his fingers feed the fire
I feel at the nape and roll down
my spine in a lusty blaze.
I won’t mind when he tilts my chin
and makes me get on my knees.
I’ll listen closely for each command.
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Yara S. Nerida is a Latina poet who has been writing for over a decade. Her work has been published in The Sonnetarium at Rhythm and Bones Literary Magazine. Her work will be featured in Vessel Press. She has a collaborative chapbook, Good Girl Games, with Kristin Garth forthcoming from Maverick Duck Press.
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