Virginity

The first time there was an explosion
Inside of my skirt, my mother
Asked me if I would like a glass of water.

The first time there was a flood in my head,
Destroying the carpet and drapes, my mother
Made my lip bleed, she hit me so hard.

The first time a man made me happy,
There was an explosion in my skirt
And my lip bled. My mother

Knew only that I was somehow different.
She poured cool water on my pussy
To cool me off and asked if I was thirsty
Anywhere else. No mother, I said,

For the first time I am looking through
The water, and the water looks like glass.