...was it awkward
to be the first?
did you slide under
the sheets as the sun
shoved its way
into the room?
when God found you
asleep in the morning,
you never expected
such vibrato--
oh, child, your heart
is whirring like a jet engine.
calm yourself.
you will remember him
like a satellite, rattling
around your ribs.
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