K is for Kamran
Kamran was my first boyfriend. We met
on a Halloween hayride. I liked the way
he saw me in the dark light of the bonfire:
So I told a white lie of intention and spent
a decade trying to be what he saw in me.
But alone in the dark refrigerated glow
I still hungered for flesh sucked off the bone.
Kamran was kind to me whenever we spoke
on the phone. He once warmed my frozen
shoulders in the gymnasium and lived
in a mansion with tall walls painted the color
of jewels. The one time I went to his house,
he watched from the stairs as an ugly confrontation
played out between me and my mother.
I didn't talk to him again after that,
but each time we passed in the hall
I looked beautiful, ugly and cruel.
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