Kiss

According to Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey the first boy who ever kissed her, at five, held her shoulders down like the handlebars of a bike. That’s not how I was with girls at five.

Light and Bitter, my spectacular and increasingly irritable attempt to write like Rupi, has a new poem today… The Kiss.

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