/something i didn’t tell my mother
that there was a boy
in my neighbourhood
and that i liked him
and that i went to church
most evenings because of him
and he and some other boys
sat in front of his house
and i knew always
that i will see him
when i pass by
one day he walked me home
and he held my hand
and the fountain in
my body began
to pour strange fluids
i was only fourteen
and i didn’t understand
why i would still
wet my pants
so i ran home ashamed
i really wanted to tell my mother
but i was afraid