Saturday Matinees

At Eleven

Mary was always the boy.
I was sometimes a boy
sometimes a girl. We played
Rhett and Scarlet, Dracula,
the Dead End Kids. Mary taught me

how to kiss, in the back
of the balcony where our parents
wouldn’t see us. When I prayed
no one would turn around,
God listened. And we were smart

at kissing at exciting parts
and stopping when the action did.

 
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