his daddy brings him to me
fresh and fifteen, a boy beggin’
to know me like a virgin
wind risin’ to fuck a hurricane

while his fist cloaks me
with the hush of broken youth,
i singe my bullet-toothed birth—
right into his fingertips. he hefts
my black powdered blue steel
mass, aims high to heaven,
wonders how easy it is to slip
into god’s dirty clothes.

Tyehimba Jess, “colt protection special”