She kissed me twice

Said the girl of 20

Walking with a friend 

Pocketbook swinging.

Bottled blond hair

Rippled with each step

Eyes flashing fire

Her friend nods sympathy.

Not a sweet recollection

But a bothersome encounter

Who kissed her?

Why did they bother?

A scorned lover

A fork-tongued friend

Mother, sister

Stranger?

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