Kitchen Drama Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Kitchen Drama



Kitchen drama

We were poor
Shared our kitchen with the woman next door
She was in her thirties
I was fifteen.
We met in the kitchen
It started with a kiss
It ended with full sex.
Mother found out
Called our neighbour a whore gave her a slap
Across her face.
To me, she said.
How could you with that woman!

Thursday, July 11, 2019
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