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i

would be best, we figured.
We plodded past our innocence
like going to the principal's office,
bellies full of heat.

A broth-colored breast peeked
now and again
symbolizing the quest
for me;
but she had her own reasons
I would imagine.

We never wanted to stop walking,
but then one of us did,
so I took my pants off
staring blankly at pimples and curly hairs
while unfastening buttons like a zombie-
eyes fixed.

I broke a sweat and she held on with her nails
digging into each other-
bringing blood.

ii

I cried about a dream last night
because it wasn't real