one damp press, lip to lip and not
enough pressure for me to remember
dry or luscious texture
__________________and then nothing
two weeks later I said let’s
just be friends
in the library, I think
__________________and then nothing
until a week later—he left
a threatening voicemail; I remember
none of his words
my parents called the police
__________________and then nothing
__I do remember
__long dark hair
__his mohawk
__was usually
__limp
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