architecture
Justin Maher
I lost my virginity in the 12th floor bathroom
Of a building my estranged father had built in the mid 80's.
The guy was in a suit that, even now, is still quite sexy.
His dress shirt was pink though
And I kept thinking of that Matt Dillon movie The Flamingo Kid.
We rocked and bumped into porcelain and dispensers
And he moaned and I was silent.
I was still in my school clothes.
I looked down at the tiles and wondered
What the beams looked like below that floor.
I wanted to see my father below all the polish.
I didn't come
He did and climbed off.
I wrote poem after poem, even right after on the train home
SubwayAlone used to be the most dangerous.
The next morning in the halls I was thinking
Of sex and love
And interchanging them among the kids who
Just all seemed like kids
And no longer the bronze towers they were yesterday.
I go from period to period
Feeling like I've just gotten my period.
I am somehow bigger
Have I grown?
Or have I swollen?
Adulthooded and I want to sleep.
Go home and listen to cd's they've never heard of.
