Crystal and I don’t discuss
the college boy
or the assault comforter incident
because really,
what could we possibly say?
but remain sex-positive
my post-virginity era
sex is no big deal after all
no point
in saying no
to the next guy
who thinks I’m beautiful.
I insist
on a condom at least.
Fear of sperm
pregnancy and AIDS
finally making me bold.
I try to enjoy myself.
But my
fat stomach bulges
wide ass flaps
brain draws focus from the way
my body feels.
He’s going to realize
you’re not beautiful.
At least I’m secure in the fact
that the next guy
can’t break my heart.
I barely care about him at all.