When I was small I met a boy. He, too, was small. He’d hold my hand as we walked around the apartment community. We didn’t know anything; nothing at all. One day behind a loud air conditioner in the middle of summer he kissed me. A tender little kiss I can still remember to this day. My first kiss.
Afterwards, we walked to the convenience store and we bought candy cigarettes. We never kissed again after that.
