The Boy
The Boy
Finished pissing,
He practices kissing
And makes the mirror blush.
Year of the first crush.
Arms akimbo with math.
Equations and graphs.
Picking at his lunch,
Bite and crunch.
Back of the bus,
The pressure to cuss.
Faces flashlit,
They barely fit
In the tent they’ve pitched.
Flashlights switched
Off, he thinks
Of girls as he sinks
Into the stream
Of his first wet dream.
The first peachy down.
Shopping in town.
The first silver gleam
Of a razor through cream.
The first night, in a car,
They don’t go far.
On another,
They lose it to each other.
Some time later,
He starts to date her.
Turning the lamp on.
Condoms and tampons.
Keggers and blunts.
Driving home drunk.
Skipping class.
Driving too fast.
Getting too high.
The first DUI.
So many drugs in his system
He can’t even list them.
Where is the joy
He felt as a boy?
Everything was clear
Before he breathed on the mirror.
Excellent finish!