and on birthday candles, at the ball drop on new years eve
as I sipped fizzy apple juice, my friends indulged in lips
and now it happened, finally
so I didn’t say no, at least not the second or third time
he asked
this chance was too rare, too precious
I couldn’t cause a ruckus, couldn’t ruin the opportunity
to be wanted
with my discomfort, with my strict boundaries
plus, it felt good
sort of, I told myself that
as hands search under the sofa
for the remote, or dust bunnies
or both
like at least it didn’t burn
echoes in my head, a mantra
at least it didn’t burn
at least not yet
Author Bio:
Audrey Fatone is an Environmental Biology student at SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry, where she founded the school's Poetry Society. She seeks inspiration from backpacking in the mountains of the Northeast.