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On a sagging summer day in the sandy backyard
we scraped the sky on aging swings.
Cait idled in thought, eyes like stones
as she pondered the deadly Question:
  “Would you ever, ever,"
She giggled,
  "kiss a girl?”
Other girls sung out, a chorus of distaste,
while my heart lay, prone, in the dirt.
The only sound I mustered was the creaking of chains
whining in protest
as the raging sun beat my bare naked soul.




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