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Quick and neat as minor  
surgery, it didnít happen  

like it does in the movies.  
A cold, New England winter,  

my teenage legs spread across  
the afternoons, as his penis  

fumbled like a key. I didnít really  
love him.† Eager for practice, I wasnít  

what youíd call a slow learneró  
we cracked the books, often.  



*Note: This poem also appeared online in May, 2011, in The Literary Burlesque (now defunct).
pyrategurrll
Written by pyrategurrll (Lauren Tivey)
Published
Modified 3rd October 2011
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