After the first period,
the first bra,
your hand held
for the first time,
there’s this—your crappy boyfriend debut!
You now have more sisters
than you’ve ever imagined.
We too have been left
gaping at his clueless,
terrified back.
One down, who knows
how many to go.
But watch your face in the mirror—
how flushed and shining
it looks, like a woman,
on the verge of love, better
for having got past it.
