Briefly I went out with a girl who lisped,
We were very young, fifteen I would guess.
She was slender and tall and wore specs,
impish and funny, and as they say now, clueless,
a clean, sweet-smelling child.
When some parent or other was gone
we’d jump into the nearest bed and
make out. I’d feel her breasts and kiss
her nipples, and sometimes she’d hold
me in her hand. One day she dove
under the sheet and took me in her mouth
for, I would guess in retrospect, about half a minute.
She crawled back up grinning and jubilantly
announced, “That was my second blow job!”
Alec Solomita is a writer working in the Boston area. His fiction has appeared in
the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, among other
publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry
has appeared in Poetica, MockingHeart Journal, Lothlorien Poetry Journal,
The Galway Review, and elsewhere, including several anthologies. His poetry
chapbook “Do Not Forsake Me,” was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book,
“Hard To Be a Hero,” was released by Kelsay Books in the spring of 2021. He is working on a
new book.
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