Glass: A Journal of Poetry 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.
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!