and the bottle
pointed at me
not Leslie
he would have
preferred Leslie
or even Mary Lee
but not me
certainly not me
with a faceful
of popped pimples
and ten extra pounds
seven minutes
in the closet
with Steve
the hottest boy
in the sixth grade
my hands by my side
fists clenched
burning with shame
he slobbered
the requisite kiss
on my acned cheek
while we waited
forever
for the signal
that would set
us free
