Seven sit around a fire,
burnt marshmallows on two foot sticks
stuck between grahams,
talk sex and film.
Had her naked like Kate Winslet,
not Titanic Kate,
but Little Children Kate.
Anal on the washing machine
behind Jennifer Connelly's back.
But the part about Madame Bovary,
who really needs feminist literature in a feminist film?
Okay, maybe it's classic romantic...
I felt lost like a pebble
sinking in the ocean
five miles deep
in the Puerto Rican trench.
I hadn't seen either movie
nor was I well versed
in feminism or romance.
My mind drifted to my first time.
Started with a french kiss
from a Latina girl,
at a house on Cleveland Ave,
I wish I could remember more.