was the same as the first time I kissed a girl
the same as the first time I kissed anyone.
My tongue in your mouth like a promise. During high school
sleepovers we only invited each other. We brushed our teeth
for whole minutes, did not understand why our underwear was wet.
We knew what lesbians were only in the context of high school
social hierarchy & Catholicism. We are not lesbians
we said to each other. We didn’t have cell phones
to say meet me here but we met in the locker room
before third bell. There was no second bell gym class.
There was no second chance for me when you lit a cigarette
in the movie theater parking lot, said it differently
I am not a lesbian.
