What I Mean When I Say: More

He fucked me after his version of a cooked meal, which is to say: a microwaved dish of brown meat with not enough sauce and too many peppercorns. Steak a la poovercorn, He said. He meant ‘au poivre’. But I didn’t say anything. He did not know any better. When I put my napkin over my plate, he did not know where to put his arms. He did not know what I meant when I said, more. He licked my belly button. My belly button is sticky and smells like a Band-Aid that has been on too long. He...

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