Prose Poem: A Lothario’s Lessons


Revised March 18, 2020. This poem comes from my series in progress on love, relationships and learning to love oneself, tentatively titled Elemental. As always, I would love feedback on what works in this poem and what doesn’t work so well. You can also rate my poems using 1-5 stars above.


"I found out today that you are dead, the boy whose mother called him Punkie. She ate up his words as she fed him by hand, a compliment strung out junkie. As women, we’re doomed to create the monsters who break us. Not only by birth, but by our own hands, thinking we’re under some obligation which makes us. Ushering them from womb to tomb as if they’re still your little man. One woman’s boy being a boy becomes someone else’s rapist. Your expert lingual contortions meant never having to resort to something so basic...

A Lothario’s Lessons

I found your obituary today. The boy whose mother called him Punkie. She ate up your words as she fed you by hand, a compliment strung out junkie. So many ways to create the monsters who break us. Not only by birth, but by our own hands, thinking we’re under some obligation which makes us.  Ushering them from womb to tomb as if you’re still her little man. One woman’s boy being a boy becomes someone else’s rapist. Your expert lingual contortions meant never having to resort to something so basic. Anesthetized by your honeyed lies, I later punished my skin trying to erase it. Soon as it was done, I knew who won. I’d come crawling back, prostrate as a papist. I loved your well padded smile and crooked nose, but I was only ever a notch on your bedpost. You died alone, miserable and separate. Just one more penance to a girl once love desperate.  

By Michelle Beltano Curtis

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2 thoughts on “Prose Poem: A Lothario’s Lessons

  1. Thanks so much, for the feedback! I didn’t really realize until I did readings on them all the other day that it’s a recurring central theme throughout the series, but it certainly makes sense that it would be. I just hope it’s understood that I’m not blaming mothers or women, so much as pointing out the ways we unwittingly uphold patriarchy and misogyny because often it’s so internalized we can’t even see it. The change we want to see in the world begins at home and the problem is so much bigger than the abuse one girl took because she didn’t think she deserved anything better.

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