Sassing Me.

Don’t you sass me, she said,
Fingers clamped around my
Ear so hard, I knew it was turning
White around the edges of her
Calcified fingernails, don’t you do it,
And of course I cried out (I’m weak),
And that’s when she started giving
Me a down-home Baptist thrashing,
My ass in the air, bent over her
Spindly legs, I didn’t realize it was
Happening until she gasped (in what
I thought was anger), but then
She started planting kisses on my face
And down my belly, and she didn’t
Stop until I sassed all over her blouse.