let’s talk about the time i let you kiss me
against that spit plastered
                  **** streaked
                              wall

against my better judgement

that kiss stained
your lips with
cherries in the snow

                                   [actually let’s not talk about the time i let you kiss me]

i match my fingernails to my lipstick color
          [because a man in the 1950s had a genius idea to sell more make up]
but i don't think you noticed
that signifier of high maintenance
                           [because we took the subway back to yours after the show]

as if i could live with a grown man
do you even watch law & order?

the fact that you knew pythagoras’ theorem
when i was being pushed out of the womb
at first turned me on

but after getting in [your] hot water
it scared me
how much more you knew

were you my apple?