girl on earth

a snapshot of time

I was seventeen and four weeks pregnant
when I finally let Gib kiss me in the backyard
of my mother's house,

at midnight.

I never liked him much,
but he remained smitten for me,
even when I told him he'd never matter.

In my vulnerable state I was feeling kind,
but removed his hand from my waist.

He said I'd be doing him a favor,
because he just had to know
what it would be like.

He had to know
what it'd be like
to kiss the most
frigid girl on earth.

Reviews

[M. Shepherd]

Wk is right in that this captured a snapshot and in that way is more spare, but it's also less abstract than your usual - it very starkly and directly says exactly what it's about but remains no less poetic in doing so. It's sort of that the incident (and as a memory) speaks for itself.

[d]

sad poem. but i've just read a poem that contains great warmth. and one that reaches deep into the reader with no matter what...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn.....what a moment...choices we make throughout our lives are instant memories that last forever...
and you leave the reader wondering if Gib ever got that kiss...

i like how the end of the poem contradicts the thoughts at the beginning...unexpected...

j.

[SkinlessFrank]

cold words to match the mood ... the matter-of-fact statement only serves to lower the temperature even more before we arrive at the finality of this poem

[wolfshrew]

Thanks for taking the time to read.

[W.k.kortas]

One of the qualities of a fine poem is that it is indeed a "snapshot", a two-dimensional thing that has life breathed into it by a writer tying it into something bigger, something universal. I think you've done that nicely here, wryly showing how what is on the surface can obscure what is reality, what is the truth. More spare than your norm, but no less complete.