I kissed the
wall,
cool and
flat;
unsatisfactory,
though I
burrowed into
my
imagination,
senses and
dreams.
He took me
to see Ben Hur
that winter,
when the
snow froze
and glinted
in the car
headlights,
cracking
under foot.
He jammed
his lips hard on mine.
I was
disappointed.
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