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First Kiss
When I think of you,
I think of a pile of garbage.
Bear with me: It’s more romantic than it seems.
After years (squirming, yearning years),
we finally embraced on the city streets.
Summer was in the air.
Every time our mouths parted,
I’d glance to the side.
And there it was.
Every time our mouths parted,
that pile of garbage appeared to move closer.
That beautiful, glistening street garbage.
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Liz DeGregorio
Liz DeGregorio’s writing has appeared in Ruminate Magazine, Electric Literature, BUST Magazine, Ghouls Magazine, Gravitas, The Tulane Review, Scorpion Magazine, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Decomp Journal, Drunk Monkeys, *82 Review, The Ocotillo Review, Danse Macabre, From Whispers to Roars and several other publications. She’s also performed at Providence’s Dorry Award-winning storytelling series Stranger Stories.