Mama warned me if I slept with a boy before marriage the Virgin Mary would snatch
me away. Where to I was never sure—maybe New York or Los Angeles. To a bedroom
of satin sheets so smooth I’d slide into Heaven. Tony was my first. Dimple in his chin
he pinched my butt up the stairs to civics. Twenty-four steps with him right behind.
March he gave me a broken heart on a silver chain. I’ll keep the other half in my pocket,
he said, for good luck. Never thought of being swooped up by Mary when I kissed Tony.
Felt him grow in my hand like giving birth to something I wanted to know. Mama
believed virgins hung the moon, though not a soul in our family ever stayed that way.
Proof? Cousin Raylene did whatever she wanted—the Virgin never messed with her.
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Amnesty International. Planned Parenthood, NOW, Breast Cancer Research & Support, Move On.org