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In 5th grade I slept with a girl
that is, in the same bed, eyes wide open
Thinking back to it,
I remember wanting to capture that moment
forever
In 7th grade, I met a girl in a coffee shop
she ordered a pumpkin spice latte
too hot to touch
I ordered a straight black coffee
guess we weren't meant to be
Looking back now it seems to me
that my body knew connections
before I, myself did
In 9th grade I built up walls
I promised only one person
could knock them down,
and I trembled at the sight
of those straight girls flipping their hair
brushing their hands to mine
Now I am content with myself,
knowing that one day
I'll meet someone in a coffee shop
and we'll smile proudly hand in hand
as we walk to bed
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