Glass Poetry Press

Volume Four Issue One

Maureen Kingston

First Love, Age 8

Carried away by celestial dust, the pair play date: sip moon fizz together, ride comet tails, turn black hole socks inside out. Astride their new planet, he tears off a sticky continent, feeds it to her astonished mouth. She rolls her eyes back into her head, says, I sure do love your Monkey Bread!