Dark Blue Socks

I was maybe nine
years old. Christmas
at my uncle's house.
My months-younger
cousin and I were
playing cards (Go

Fish) in her room.

Two of us, sitting
on the carpeted floor.

I liked my cousin
and she liked me.

At one point, I knelt
and kissed her feet
in their dark blue socks.

Afterwards, at dinner,
she told everybody
what I had done.

That burning blush.

That surge of shame.

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Written on 2020-03-11 at 10:43

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