the one time i forgot to buckle my seatbelt

 

Katherine Oksen, Boston College '19


the number of times i unlatched your belt buckle

     juxtaposed with the ferocity of my knees buckling

when i found out she had done it too

 

i have fingernails the color of raspberry jam

     with which i would jam nails into your open palms

if i still thought you had a holy body