A poem? Vignette? A thought?
o0o
it’s weird, isn’t it, to think of just how many nondescript lower Manhattan buildings I’ve had my bottom bared and spanked in
standing in front of a man, in one of the biggest cities in the world, having my pants pulled down, to be take over his knee
while people walk their dogs outside
head home from dates, from work
and here I am, in a weirdly partitioned building with a souvenir shop on the ground floor
first 18, then in my 20s and now my 30s,
bare hand meeting bare flesh
weird, yeah, but also lovely
o0o
-M