Questions of History
Please don’t think
any less of me,
she says, because
of what’s she done
and to whom,
and I don’t.
Questions of history
rarely concern the past.
She touches me
this way because
someone told her
it felt good once.
It takes a lifetime
to know how to touch
another human being.
Babies begin by grabbing
any finger pointed at them,
mother’s or murder’s.