Why do women hate sex?
he asked the table,
face lit blue by his screen,
thumb flicking through bodies
he’d never satisfy.
Don’t they like pleasure?
She tore open
the sugar packet—
a small violence—
spilling diamonds into heat.
Stirring.
The spoon hitting the glass
like a metronome
counting down his irrelevance.
She turned her face toward the sun,
eyes closed, smiling—
letting warmth touch her
where he never could.
Sweetness dissolving
on her own terms.
“Republished with permission of the author. First published in Grande Dame Literary Journal.”