We didn’t even kiss;
I can’t tell you how I ended up on that couch,
cuddled up and holding hands with a boy named Robin.
I know I got up and out because my friend started to throw up,
and that for many months afterward, I would see him rain or shine:
in the cafeteria, or the campus library, or at the store buying
I pretended I didn’t want him, let alone know his face,
but I was being followed by the bird, diving and plucking
at my little heart strings.
This is my first crush in years, I’d said, to the one I was really in love with—
to the boy whom I did kiss, for an hour at a time.
But now, somehow, I felt a new fate forced upon me;
I longed to reach up, to rip out God’s tongue.
Pascale is Editor-in-Chief of Wrongdoing Magazine and an Editor at a few other publications, including CHEAP POP and Walled Women Magazine. She’s also Staff Contributor for The Aurora Journal and has placed further work in Eclectica Magazine, Maudlin House, BlazeVOX, Witch Craft Magazine, and many others. She has a BAH from Queen’s University, and she is working on a budding book series. You can read more about her at pascalepotvin.com or @pascalepalaces on Twitter.