Our sleepovers consisted
Of playing house and she insisted
That I be the boy
And she be the girl

My first kiss
Was unfinished
We were sent to bed
But not to sleep

We kissed under the blanket
And footsteps interrupted
Then light ambushed through the door
And shame came knocking

On Sundays Leviticus followed me home
Lived outside of my bedroom
And visited unannounced
Just to remind me that it existed