First Love

New Orleans

The floral handkerchief
You left behind that day;
The unopened mints you gave me
Which still lie years after
In the door of the fridge;
The pizza box we shared
That I preserved inside my closet;
The cigarettes, one by one,
We coughed out in swell and discomfort;
And the condom I took out
From my wallet, which you slowly
Glided onto me, the way a bride slides
A wedding ring, and the “I Love You”s
Our bodies hummed in acapella
As we made a bootleg record
In the brazen dark, darting around
Like two horny fireflies
Playing a sprightly game
Of hide and seek.

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