i remember in the swimming pool,
feeling my erection press
against her twelve-year-old body.
she wanted me to hold her
and carry her. i was small and weak
but the water made it easy.
so i pulled her lithe and bony
limbs closer, cat eyes blinking,
flat moonpale chest slippery
and dappled in the summer sun.
soft as milk her voice came through my ear
(don’t say she didn’t know what she was doing)
while that arm snaked around my neck
and fingers crawled into my hair.
my cock taut and nervous
as i set her down there
and wondered what she wanted,
kissing her to make it stop.
my mother stomped through the grass
and pressed hands to hips firmly,
shouting: Come on in! It’s time for dinner.
we hopped the fence and ducked the clothesline,
stepped inside to hold hands
under the table.