I just learned:
A boy I kissed
Is dead now.
I didn't know him really, and
The kiss wasn't long;
Not a tummy-flip-flopping letter to tomorrow:
No line in the sand, no sharp oyster-knife
Shucking 'then' from 'this point on.'
I didn't treasure it, that kiss, as talisman
Or want it even, particular, when he put his lips on mine;
And to be frank, before this I
Had forgotten it.
But I did share a kiss
With that boy
On the night-drunk lake shore where
We too'd grewn drunk on gag-cheap booze and juice
And he had puked before;
(A soft splash sound my eyes politely did not see.)
But then between he offered me a stick of gum
And took one up in his mouth too.
We chewed up at the heavens, touching just;
Our worlds both spinning.
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