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Quick and neat as minor
surgery, it didn’t happen
like it does in the movies.
A cold, New England winter,
my teenage legs spread across
the afternoons, as his penis
fumbled like a key. I didn’t really
love him. Eager for practice, I wasn’t
what you’d call a slow learner—
we cracked the books, often.
*Note: This poem also appeared online in May, 2011, in The Literary Burlesque (now defunct).
surgery, it didn’t happen
like it does in the movies.
A cold, New England winter,
my teenage legs spread across
the afternoons, as his penis
fumbled like a key. I didn’t really
love him. Eager for practice, I wasn’t
what you’d call a slow learner—
we cracked the books, often.
*Note: This poem also appeared online in May, 2011, in The Literary Burlesque (now defunct).
Published 18th Dec 2010
| Edited 3rd Oct 2011
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18th Dec 2010 11:01am
Hmm it is a sweet little piece.
It reminds me of many years back when I was growing up with other kids in my neighbourhood. Oh, how we experimented with our bodies even as children.
I particularly like your usage of enjambment in this poem... how each stanza runs into the next.
'my teenage legs spread across
the afternoons, as his penis
fumbled like a key. I didn’t really
love him. Eager for practice, I wasn’t'
It reminds me of many years back when I was growing up with other kids in my neighbourhood. Oh, how we experimented with our bodies even as children.
I particularly like your usage of enjambment in this poem... how each stanza runs into the next.
'my teenage legs spread across
the afternoons, as his penis
fumbled like a key. I didn’t really
love him. Eager for practice, I wasn’t'
19th Dec 2010 5:09am
Thanks, Divine. I take enjambment kind-of seriously~I think it's an important skill to hone!
18th Dec 2010 11:29am
19th Dec 2010 5:09am