New Orleans native/Baton Rouge resident.
I ask a lot of questions.
Love, and the rest will follow.
You hung up the phone with a friend, saying “Darlin” for the thousandth time
I made a passive aggressive comment about it
And you looked down at me from your worn-in recliner and said,
“I call everyone darlin’. But only you are my little whore”
with the most smug smile I’d ever wanted to wipe off someone’s face.
I will never forget that,
or what you pressed me to say
through moans and gritted teeth
when you fucked me the night before
that may have suggested I was okay with that.
I will never be that person again
and I will never be with a person again who
doesn’t understand why I felt
(For the record, only good old confederate southern boys and creepy old men say that. It was like watching someone throw clay onto the wheel and desperately spin their self-image. Some things seem a natural fit. Others are a size too small. “Darlin’” was your shrunken sweater. So was I.”