The First Time

A boxcar carries us across the Midwestern states, and a river spreads Anna’s ashes of lust between her legs; we enjoy the delight beneath sheets, turning an insatiable afterthought of my lips pressed to hers, and the golden-brown leaves rest beneath our bodies, for the first time, making love under an autumn sky—such sweet lies hover beneath the surface.

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