increasing your word power
by maria fire

Your papa called you a whiz kid.
Only six. Look at the words you knew.
Every night he came to your room
With Reader’s Digest in hand
Sat on your bed, bounced his girl to his lap.

You studied his neck, the dark hairs
Poking through his white tee-shirt.
You watched his jaw pump strange new words:
Absurd, bisect, concave, delete...
You listened carefully, learned them all.

When his breath quickened,
Warmth crawled down your neck.
Something funny pushed your bottom.
He lifted you. You heard the zipper.
Were there words for what came next?