Natalie comes to the door wearing a black miniskirt,
she
leads me into her room, opening
her lips on my neck,
snaking her
tongue along my jaw.
Nerves tell the body not to move
because it is true that I am sixteen and stiff
in all the wrong places.
It will take me a week to hate myself
for having to try
so hard to
forget her.
She has undone me, asking
that I do not fall for her,
she says it will be easy to forget me.
It will take me another week to hate her
for thinking
that she can tell the heart
what to do.
that she can tell the heart
what to do.
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