Cheryl Galley
by Dan Provost
You were the
girl who sat
in the back seat, showing
your tits to confused,
horny 13-14-year-old guys
at 6 PM—while we
were going home on the late bus.
The winter darkness contributed to
mysterious sexual excursions we
all wanted to feel.
Letting Jim Clanksdale unbutton your
shirt…
He was having the eighth grade
fun.
As the hooks of your bra were
being undone…
Only the “cool” were lucky
enough to experience this floor show.
I was sitting in the front,
adjusting my fat.
Not popular enough to
be one of the crowd.
Straining my neck.
Trying to see some real boob
for the first time in my life.
Nowhere near the three or
four boys who made a circle
around the erection exhibition…
Suddenly, the driver
flashed on the lights
“What the hell is going
on back there?” …Fat Mamma
enforcer screamed.
Hunger rushed away…Cheryl slumped down,
trying to cover up.
Boners still strict and
at embarrassing attention.
The boys turn forward—ashamed,
but truthful in their lust…
Thinking of the infield fly rule
or grandma coming out of
the shower…
To calm our libido before we
had to leave.
Trek up the hill and
go home…to the
hamburger helper, teasing older
brother…and having to take out
the
trash…
About the author
Dan Provost’s poetry has been published both online and in print for a number of years. He is the author of eleven books, his latest two Under the Influence of Nothingness released by Kung Fu Treachery Press and Rattle of a Realizer published by Whiskey City Press are available via Amazon and Barnes and Noble. He has been nominated for the Best of the Net and has read throughout the United States. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura, and dog Bella.
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