Free Entry, Week 8

When she was a girl she hated everything
except girls, except her schoolmate, Sarah.
nothing good can come from kissing
something like a boy, so even Lola with feet

like a boy’s, she hated too. Sarah tied yarn
the color of toasted almonds in her hair

and worn holey knee highs that stopped
just under her thighs. Her thighs so pale
they yelled for eyes to drift from blackboard

to their brightness, so delicious, like a sugared pear.
In college the touching began, first hands, then lips,

then Joan was her first lover. They told jokes
about the girls in their hall, smoked joints
in the closet often after hours of sex on Joan’s bed.

She never wiped her mouth after it grazed over Joan’s
body, just above her knees, but cried for days when her lover

took a boyfriend, and stopped coming to her dorm.
next semester she met Joan in the courtyard

next to the main gate. Joan was two months pregnant
and wanted to have sex with her one more time.
She slapped Joan in the face and said, Yes…please,

one more time.