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.