Fixed

I wasn’t there two minutes before I sunk my teeth
into the white soft flesh on her neck,
my teeth sharp and jagged from grinding at night in my sleep,
lonely sweaty sheet soaking nights of sleep.
I wasn’t there two minutes before I
grabbed her waist and pulled
her toward me – held her
with both hands – harder than she’d like
– hard like she likes – and I made
fists around her shirt and her waistband and
I moved her around and twisted and
pushed her away and brought her back.
I wasn’t there two minutes before I shoved
my hand up her shirt. My cold hand on
her warm ribs, fingering the wire on her bra,
fingering the fabric over her nipple.
I wasn’t there two minutes before I rolled her bra up
and grabbed her tit and squeezed and
kissed her hard and bit her lip.
I wasn’t there two minutes and I was fixed.