No Fish For Me, I Will Take the Cucumber

I remember when I first thought

I     was     in     love.

 

I was 14 and thin and confused

and hungry.

 

I used a girl to cure my sexual curiosity,

so I held her hand in public and told her

 

that I wanted

                    them to see.

I knew she would smile,

 

squeeze me tight, tell me I love you.

I played her System of a Down, Hypnotize,

 

she played me Maroon 5, Songs About Jane.

I pierced my belly button, she thought it was sexy,

 

it bled for days.

I regretted it.

 

Her breath reminded me of

left over spaghetti, goat’s milk,

 

something sour. When I wanted to feel her lips

I would suggest that she taste me

my     other     lips,

 

the day she told me to taste her

was the day I figured out

 

I     was     not     in     love.

 

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