Ode to Morning’s First Kiss

(Published July 2021)

As little girls, we practice

our first kisses by pressing

our faces into pillows.

We give these pillows names

because our mothers taught us

never to talk to strangers.

So we suck in a deep breath

as we smother

our affections, 

and morning is like that.

Pulling the air out of the room

leaving us to gasp out the names

of our first crushes, until

we replace each letter with an hour

and time replaces love

as we grow from little girls

into women.

Morning still finds a way to sneak in

through the blinds

slides under our covers

lightly kisses our neck

hoping we didn’t notice

the smell of afternoon

on their collar.

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