when i was eleven years old
we crowded around an old bottle
the glass spun on scratched hardwood
everyone holding their breath in silence
my heart pounding louder than reason
my eyes fixed on the circle\'s spin
the trembling empty bottle slowing down
until it pointed directly at her
someone giggled but it wasn’t me
someone whispered but i didn’t hear
cindy’s face closer than the sun
her breath like summer against my skin
i think i willed it to happen
i think the world obeyed somehow
her lips soft and clumsy on mine
an electric crash hidden in a whisper