Was in a gym filled with sweaty high schoolers.
I stood by the concession stand as the buzzer blared for half time.
He leaned in.
I knew it was coming, but I didn’t know what to do,
So I stood there,
And just let it happen,
Like two dead, slimy fish being smooshed together—
Not enjoyable.
I don’t know what I was expecting, I mean,
I didn’t do anything.
I just stood there—
Eyes open, lips limp…
Was I expecting something magical?
Let me tell you,
There is nothing magical
About your first kiss happening
At a high school basketball game
With limp lips,
Wearing your mom’s hoodie.
From the Writers’ Kitchen, 2018-2019.
