Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
That Poem [A RESPONSE]
like my first kiss—which was awkward,
untimely, and rushed—
my first relationship—
which was not thought through all the way—
and my first fuck—which was dry,
raw, and unknowing (who knew it had to be so wet?)—
that poem
did not bear much truth
or thinking.
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