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When I hide my face in the crook of your neck, my index finger rests between our bodies; my fingertips graze your freckled chest, the back of my nail touches my lips. And I wonder if you have thought of your wife tonight. I love your wife, have even fucked her, and watched her come with your fingers still inside me. But when you say I love your little moans, I hope you mean I love you. Once, you bit my neck and I pretended you did it so no other man would. And I wonder if you have thought about meeting me first, me being your high school sweetheart, me carrying your babies. God, I do love your wife and I even love your children. But when you say I want to keep fucking you, I hope you mean I want to keep you. And when you fuck me, I wonder if you could love me, too. If you wish we did not have to play pretend, if you have ever longed to stay for the night.
Born and raised in México, Sandra Dolores Gómez Amador is a poet, editor, and scholar. She holds an MFA from the University of Tennessee. Her work has been supported by Community of Writers, Tin House, and Letras Latinas, among others. Sandra is currently a PhD student in English, a reader for Only Poems, and a Tin House 25-26 Reading Fellow. Learn more about her writing on sandradolores.com.