My Own Kind

Ali, and I, are in the new room with his music equipment. My hair is in a ponytail, and messed up from the day. I am wearing a white top, and skirt. The skirt is down a little in back on my right hip. I pull it up. We decide to make a list on a whiteboard. My mom sees me pulling up my skirt, and mentions she knows what we’ve been up to, and if she finds out that we’ve had sex, she’ll (?). There is an animal, (mountain?) goat?, thin, wanting to come through a “clear” plastic tarp … Continue reading My Own Kind