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  • First Time Leaving


    Flannel under my cheek, long fingers, a nail stroking my scalp, peering into the little city full of lights, an eight track player.
    Bench seat vinyl. Feel the color of tan.


    Elementary School


    Wooden block - whittled smooth sits on top of my cubicle. There are three holes in the block--each for a flag: Christian, State, United States. The smell of urine is strong, acrid.


    Puberty


    Splat. Sickly smell. The whispering behind me and suppressed giggles, the jostling boys. I slowly reached my palm to touch the wet and sticky in my hair. Ketchup.


    High School


    "I need you to go to Vivion Road. There is a Mailboxes, Etc. there."
    "Why, Mom?"
    "Don't ask me why, just do it -- and then send me the address."
    I opened the mailbox with my small, metal key. Eighteen envelopes -- each contained a $100 bill wrapped around a chocolate chip cookie recipe.
    Mail fraud = my first car.


    First Time I Fell In Love


    Holey pink panties with gold pubic hair poking through.


    First TIme I Fell Out of Love


    "Three things. Buy three things: Cinnamon, Eggs, Cream. And when you return, tell me if you want to stay in this. Or not."
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