Teacher, teacher, I have
a question: why am I
breaking the law
now that I am finally feeling?
I mean no harm, just wish
to kiss a certain human heart. You
are all like oversized, awkward frogs
to me; why should
I not want something
a little more feminine?
Tell me, teacher, what am I
doing wrong? The taste on my lips is desire,
not sin. My and her
backs and upper thighs are now raw
from discovery. Oh, imagine
living where love
does not = pain.
Teacher, how do I decide?—do I have
my life finished
in a short, bright flash, or live
for a hundred years but never once
be born from her womb?