Was there blood. I didn’t know what I saw.
My breath gurgled down deep inside my chest.
I saw — what. First time you unclasped your bra
for me, your nephew, I saw your right breast,
upturned, beads of sweat dripping down. First time
you pulled your jeans around your knees I saw
your tight parted curls that tasted of thyme,
amber and lust under my tongue. Cat’s paw
tattoo, clit ring, missing toe. I saw all
of this. But now blood. Everywhere on me.
My blood. “What happened?” I whispered. But you
silenced me with your lips. My breath: a small
rusty gasp. “I am here to set you free,
naughty boy,” she said. “My foolish nephew.”