you bleed words,
punctuation, spelling,
grammatical
correction is your
whip. i've felt the
hot sting many times
as you look down
from your
glasses perched on
your refined nose.
your brown eyes full
of fire. a school
boy and his teacher.
i go limp for you,
and take it, i listen,
i obey. i don't know
quite how things got
turned around
and ended up this way,
but here we are. i hope
you like this.
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