There was a first kiss,
clumsy teeth clacking
in the stairway of the First Baptist Church sunday school annex
and I think I cut my lower lip on your braces.

I remember thinking I should maybe feel something more,
something different, something about you in the very least.

But what I mostly felt was a sense of accomplishment.
Something interesting had happened
and now I had a secret.

I suppose it’s fitting
that my first clumsy lurch
toward sex
was in the basement of a church.