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    â€œOh, Cleo,” I play-slapped at her arm. “That is that song, Cleo.” That song I should have recognized, because it had been all over the radio a couple summers before.
    Cleo laughed, but then went on. “But you wan’ know how I decided which girl it was that I was gon’ take? I decided when that sweet girl been hiding in the back was brought up to me by the lady in the evening gown. That sweet young thang is looking giggly, like she likes me so she gots to cover it with silliness. And there she goes, giggling even harder when I lean in toward her to touch them thick soft lips with mines. And I know, soon as I am kissing her, I know it then fo’ sho’: this the one. This the girl that I been wanting, this dark-skinned soft and chubby one with the real sweet features and the cute print skirts and li’l red Keds and the oh-so-easy feelings I can see inside of, right this living minute. I can see that she the one, once I gits her in the bed, the one gon’ scream and cry more happier than she ever done in church. Because the facts is that she ain’t yet had real lovin’. Ain’t had my real lovin’.”
    I felt so naked, I felt X-rayed. Embarrassment had never before felt so exciting to me. Not before right now.
    â€œSo now I’m thinking I’ma take that girl,” Cleo said, and then she took me. With my eyes closed and my head all weed-smoke dizzy, Cleo took and hugged and kissed my breath away. ’Cept for that tiny squeak I loosed.
    That was the real beginning, that first long tight and sliding full-tongue kiss that I gave back to her. That was the real beginning of my realizing how I was much more than someone else’s little sister. And in those rapturous high moments I couldn’t care at all about whatever people might think of to call me.
    All the ways and why of how we kissed: We kissed one time so deep, just because it felt so good, that afterward, still dizzy, as I was dazedly signing on a form, I looked down at my hand, and I saw that I had misspelt my own name. Badly, in
two places. We kissed one time so sweet, just because it tasted good, sneaked little dabs of lip sugar back behind the gym bleachers, so sweet that I forgot to stop, and we almost got caught by watchdog Coach Alberta.
    â€œWhat y’all doin’ back up in there? Popping popcorn maybe?”
    We kissed so juicy, so flavor-full for days, sneaked inside the laundry room because the sneaking was so fun. I remember still the way her lips would feel. Luckily, because it is most likely I will never feel those lips on mine again.

Sour
    Kathe Izzo
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    Tonight I am everything
and you are my first love
curled now suckling
yummy girl apple of my eye
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    the girl I own like a mother owns her baby
with her eyes and her shoulders and the dusk
of her body the tongue with which she licks that baby awake
inside the deep folds of neck traced with dinner crumbs
and salty sweet blue powder beads of dreaming
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    I rub my face in you deep like sugar
like blankets left on some street corner
in the box cut open like a door
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    I have known you since the beginning
I ate cereal from your hands

It was 1969 and you were just being born
I was big already I was eleven I was growing everyone-seemed to notice
I let boy after boy touch my body underwater
on the railroad tracks in stuffy living rooms
on rainy afternoons five different ones telling me
what they wanted to do my body black like butter in their hands
curviness out of control lips pulled back
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    Every once in a while there was a boy
with a sour smell beneath the buzz
a smell I could count on coming in from way ahead
like it could be any boy but it was you
that smell from inside behind the sweetness of your mouth
like when I was almost twelve it was as if I was being pinned down by your breath
lifting my ass when I was only fourteen to your baby girl lips
hundreds of miles away lying in