Lost in childhood

Mrs James was a big woman.

At Church socials,

I now ask,

Did she deliberately

Attempt to kill young boys?

To mix the crowd

About

We changed partners in the,

Pride of Erin,

And by progressive twirls,

The Barn Dance.

Twice

I had been

Unwillingly jammed tight

Between

Those girls.

At those dances.

(For levity

I use name Christine

Calls her ample bosoms

These

Many decades later.)

Tonight –

As she approached –

She would again

Crush my face betwixt

Her body.

My boyhood fear

Was

I would

Asphyxiate

Wedged in the flesh

And suffocate.

The music stopped

And I

Grew to

Appreciate

The unfounded fear

Was want of

Confidence.

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