We stop in the park after midnight.
The grass is yellow; the sand is wet and filled with
Gum, cigarette butts, and a few abandoned Kinder Surprises.
We pretend it’s romantic; the moon is out, after all.
While she sucks his dick in a slide, I
Say no again to a toke of the other one’s roach that won’t die.
I try to avoid her angry looks afterwards as she walks ahead
With the one she called dibs on,
Leaving me with the other who
stares at her ass the whole way home.
It crosses my mind to lift my dress and show him the thong
I bought for this not so special occasion; my first double date, first butt floss.
When we’re alone again in her basement,
In sleeping bags we’re nearly too old for,
She asks me what my problem is, but
Softens when I claim that I
“just didn’t feel a connection”.
We both pretend to understand.
So how was the slide, I ask gingerly.
She breaks into her first real grin of the night.
“Fucking hard and red.”
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