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Nuh-uh, she says. Don’t move. Hands behind your back!
She pokes. She prods. It feels big, she says. You sure I can’t unwrap this tonight?
But you said I could shake it, feel it, pinch it?
Yes but nothing, she says. It’s so big! Where did you say it goes? And it feels long and thick. Is it a candy bar? Is it really just for me? All for me?
Just wait until—
What can I do with it? Can I suck on it like a pepermint cane? Is it like licorice? Can I ride it like a pony? What will happen if I ride it like a pony? Does it have a name? Can I peek?
Just a little peek? What can I do with it? Just a peek?
Ooh! It’s— Did I make it pop? I feel it—like a little heartbeat. And look, the wrapping is getting all wet and slippery.
····me come in my pajamas—she comes
Redbud | December 24 2016