Fat kids don’t have girlfriends.
Friends yes, but not kissing,
not even in third grade.
So imagine my surprise
when once, in the backseat
of our 77’ Caddy,
on the drive home
from the 3rd grade birthday party,
Tonya, her quiet eyes in mine,
put her braid on my shoulder,
and kissed me, twice.
The first kiss struck my nose,
then squarely she found my lips.
The next day at school,
I spent hours staring
out the window, my shoulder
bending in memory of the braid.
My fingers pushed against my mouth,
trying to remember the cold
suddenness of her lips and breath
that made me.
by 👉 Chris Baron
source: http://poetryforchildren.blogspot.com/
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