Dare
We used to play truth or dare
behind Saint Johns church,
with the dirty girls a few blocks over.
Most of the time we chose dare
because we were ready to feel fire.
In that darkened parking lot,
we ignored God and Saint John
they in turn understood young lust
because never once did they stop us
perhaps preferring to hover and watch-
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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