handed
by kate gramlich

I had my first
lover
when I was
seventeen.
I locked
the door, turned on
the music
to drown out
any noise.
I  was          nervous.
It was          longer
than I’d expected;
Thicker.
Smooth and
pink. Eager.
Hard,
pulsating
Plastic.

Three Glorious
Speeds,
although we never
made it past the first
(that night.)
There I was,
breathless, flushed
pink and
pulsating.      Happy
Birthday, my
friend had said
when she handed
me the
box.

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