Dramatizing Everyday Subjects::

“First Kiss” :: April Lindner

This collision of teeth, of tongues and lips,

is like feeling for the door

in a strange room, blindfolded.

He imagines he knows her

after four dates, both of them taking pains

to laugh correctly, to make eye contact.

She thinks at least this long first kiss

postpones the moment she’ll have to face

four white walls, the kitchen table,

its bowl of dried petals and nutmeg husks,

the jaunty yellow vase with one jaunty bloom,

the answering machine’s one bloodshot eye.

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