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| you were 17 |
| by David E. Oprava |
| We drank pink wine
with my mom on the steps, sipping from Dixie cups as the barbecue smoked with red onions and ribs. I was a bit self-conscious, wondered if my mom noticed the rug burns on your knees, kiss of the carpet from the back of my station wagon. overcoming adversity, beautifully I had to get my lips busy to make it work, always a sandpaper start, but you rode well, rug-burned knees peeling pink as your nipples on my Star Wars sheets… until the asthma kicked-in, still we bucked, you sucking to breathe and scrambling for your inhaler on the bedside stand until both our fits subsided and you said, let’s do it again. |
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| Dec. 2009 |
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