Issue 232, Spring 2020
Once, in a room no bigger than the bed,
I made love with a girl.
Have you ever made love with a girl?
Once I hadn’t, then I had.
A girl was looking up at me.
She was lying on the grass.
Once, after a terrible fight, I made love with a girl.
We were children again.
Once, eating ice cream,
I smelled her body on my hands.
The first time I made love with a girl I was scared;
I thought I would hurt her.