Cupcakes and Parked Cars

February 22, 2013
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I go home and make cupcakes
with my mom
who laughs and dances
in the brightly lite
white kitchen
and she doesn't know about
how an hour ago
he was touching my breast in a parked car filled with
heavy breath and warm air
at the back of the empty lot.

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