Rosemary

 Rosemary
Toward the end of 6th grade,
on a school field trip, 

Rosemary, 
much larger than I, 

grabbed me hard by the throat 
and kissed me full on the lips. 

I recoiled in horror, and wiped my mouth of it. 

She’s gone now, and she never gave me another.


some nights, late and alone in the dark,

I long for one more,

but, it was a once in a lifetime event.
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