“to the boy I asked to the dance six years ago”
I never told you thank you.
Your hull-rough chin,
protractor corners,
and envelope lips
taught me that the thing I like most about boys
is Old Spice.
I do not regret the porchfront moment when
you asked for a kiss and I said No;
thank you for answering
the question I had not yet asked myself:
now I know
I like Old Spice best
on girls.
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