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[THE FIRST NIGHT]

Teresa Westmoreland

 

The first night he took me around the

back way,

from the town,

onto the curve of the hiway and down the dirt road.

Dark.

How am I supposed to find it in the light?

The first night we leaped into each others’

eyes, rolling in the warm blue wash.

reaching up for air

The first night he said

I love you