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Maggie Shurtleff

Norms & Quite Disconnected.

I'm a bit resistant to the changes happening--

Brother wants to kiss me all the time. Sister

wants to slit her tongue in two. She likes snakes.

Mother got braces on her teeth and went back to school.

Uncle Jeffrey had a family meeting and informed us--

he will officially be Aunt Jennifer in a couple of months.

Don't understand it all.

Samuel, the boy down the street wears only brown. He says

it's easier that way. His mother Rosa answers the door

in her bra and girdle, then acts surprised that she's doing so.

Samuel's Dad is never home- I'm beginning to think

they did away with him or maybe he left one morning

at the skim of dawn. Just like mine.

Quite hard to feel it all.

Melanie, the cheerleader at the bus stop sips from a Starbuck's cup

every morning. We don't have a Starbuck's around here. I spied on her

yesterday to see where she got it.  I saw her get into the back of a limo

where she pulled off her blouse for some lady wearing a fur. When they

were done Melanie got out;  the window downed out came a hand bearing

rings and a Starbuck's cup: steaming. Today she's got a Dunkin Donut's cup.

Too bad! I wonder why she down-graded?

I don't quite get it all.

My teacher Mr. McClure says we all have a history. Our journey is to know

our past but walk our own path.  I asked him if we'll have a future. He smiled

just a bit, then calmly told me 'No'. I laughed because I thought he was joking.

He wasn't. After class dismissal he told me; he took a job in Wisconsin and this

would be the last time we'd fuck. I smiled a bit then calmly told him 'No'.  He

laughed because he thought I was joking. I wasn't. Now I'll have to bang some

other schmuck to get my A+.

I'm quite pissed at it all really.

These changes are screwing me up.

2 Visits. 1 Home.

I.
Kinda knew I was drawn to him

the very first time I gave him head
without gagging, which usually happens

when I'm not really in to it.

He let me suck at will and I liked

that about him. He didn't feel the need

to place his hand upon the back of my head

and thrust his pelvis down my throat.  He moved

away with her. Heard they were happy.


II.
The very first time she touched me
my skin came alive inside and out.
I knew she was different and wouldn't mind
helping me find my way through the bi-
in sexual.

We were both slight and in between boys
at the time. Didn't mind that we both
ate tuna the night before. Sounds nasty,
but it's true. We lived for sunlit walks
through dark woods. We grew together on
thick green moss, velvet smooth patches
silken across our asses as we laid one
another out; letting the heat build us up
one cum at a time. Until we were each
whole again.

III.
Lolly-gagging was usual for me;
engaged 5, or maybe 7 times
before I settled down and took him
as my forever. I wanted him really,
he knew what to do. He looked rough
but I knew he wasn't. He talked it though.
Except to me. He drove 400 miles to give me

a kiss and a copy of Stevie Ray Vaughn;
got back in his car and drove home.

Home from then on, was where he was,

and where I needed to be.

skipping rope can be tricky

Flash back-

girls skipping rope

and me standing inside

looking out the window

not feeling--

the rope sweep under my feet.

Watching dirt scatter with every swat .

I hear their laughs

songs sung without reservation--

'Little Bear, Little Bear! Touch the ground.

Little Bear, Little Bear! Turn around…'

I continue the song

jump up each step to my room

where my father is waiting on my bed

with penis in one hand--

the other motioning for me

to take my place.

My mouth opens

begins its slide over shaft

I hum the glorious song--

'Little Bear, Little Bear, Touch the ground…'

He moans with pleasure

as my mouth vibrates to the rhythm. 

"Little Bear, Little Bear! Turn around…"

When he comes my hum becomes gurgled

for a few seconds

until I reach just the right pause

to swallow--

as not to interrupt the beat;

skipping rope can be tricky.

He tells me

"Next time do the same thing!"

I skip off mumbling

"Can't have nothing for myself!"

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