Flashback

[novapsyche]

My aunt's arm glued itself to your shoulder
as you reared back and polished my cheek. I rocked
on my knees, my breath moist-hot; my heart
burst into staccato. Never question what I tell you--
your hands negative space around my jaw, tugging me
toward your center of gravity. My throat curdled with tears
I endeavored to swallow.