The Maynard
Spring 2016

Erin Hiebert

First Loves in Brevoort Park

A few weeks in we hid out holding my Baby
Duck under the jungle gym. At the B.P.
Ripper we made out and smoked cigs, didn’t
Inhale. I was the type to keep my crushes
Firm between the teeth. But I wrote your name
On the knees of my jeans. Scrawled sharpie
All the way up me. You lost yourself in cheap
Wine and cried about me talking to other
Guys. How soft-hearted you were. I was lit
And I proved it when I had you butt out
Your cigarette on my wrist.