I stare at my reflection
in the mirror that you gave me
I cannot forget when you were last inside me
your love was a curse .
And I cannot forget the first night
we spent together–you and me, in the room
in the space we called our home
when you said goodnight
when I gave good head and meant it–
but your youth always alarmed me.
You remind me of my father, a liar
lies all lies, until the angels took his life
his tongue, an instrument
to please a missus who wasn’t his wife;
like my father, you broke my heart
and like my father, I forgave you
but like my mother, I will always remember
the lie you said in September.