Lewd and Rude and Crude and Possibly Untrue
I remember this girl from my algebra class
she had hair like Cleopatra
and wore a red sweater one no two sizes too big
once she talked about fucking a guy on a boat at night and almost getting caught
I remember thinking for an instant, I wish I was that guy on that boat
she and I, our skins a thin wall separating us
pale in the moonlight
as our hearts beat against each other
and a man dressed as a police officer shines a light but misses us
and we run away anyways
scrabbling for our clothes and hands
and dashing off into the night half-naked.
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