313–First Times

the first time is always the hardest
but the most remembered not always
the best i remember our first kiss stolen
i remember my first glimpse of peace
sitting with the door locked in my bathtub
my small boys running wild though my
husband was out there with them somewhere
but for five whole minutes i escaped to
that white space that encircles the Universe
tasted god on my tongue before jumping out
to dry off and put the kids to bed

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