A Likeness

Her blade cheekbones rise

beneath your skin,

she calls you

meu lindo. I do the same

 

like you teach me.

Let the words skim

the insides of my teeth

the way your tongue did.

 

You are her favorite son.

It is evident in the light

that fills the corners

of her dark eyes. Her body

 

swallows pulses of laughter

when she holds you.

When your hands

crushed my body

 

into the hole

of your mattress,

would she have known

their strength as hers?

 

 

 

Rachael Hershon‘s work has not been published yet. A native to the Boston area, Rachael is currently an undergraduate studying English and Creative Writing at Brandeis University.