First date in three parts

I.
Naked in front of the mirror, white
dimpled body caught
blank in lamplight.
eyes like telescopes
inspect every seam.

II.
I am close to adding my vomit
to the gunk that holds
the sidewalk together. Instead,
I nibble at the end of my tongue
pulling off tastebuds like stickers.

III.
It is no longer about me.
Blue corduroy over curve
of his legs, like he’s always holding
an apple between his knees.

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