28 cities

Woodstock was your old hands, driving me into the middle of nowhere in your black sedan.

Salt Lake City was the demise of us, cooking me pasta while you sat alone in the hotel room.

Rutland was a date at a bar with an “actor” older man using a picture from his younger years. Nothing to write home about.

Essex Junction was a Dodge Charger, big glasses, and a nervous smile. Unknowingly wrecking the life of a married lawyer.

Albany was a motel six and a short fat daddy tricking me into a being used by all his friends.

Burlington was a skater boy, bjs in red square, and slow dancing while your foot was broken, drunkly walking home that night.

Cleveland was a new bar, numb face coked out for days with a beef cake. Sleeping in a bed alone. While you were on the couch watching tv.

Essex was a big white truck, in the park next to my old apartment building. Small dick, and a car seat in the back.

New Orleans was sitting with punks while shit-faced and walking off with a man who ripped my tights and forced fingers inside me on a dark street.

Williston was a gentle man, first date in my all-black outfit, heels on as you opened the door for me. Driving up a snowy mountain, and fucking in a Dollar General parking lot.

Hanover was a cute guy fucking in a barn and an HIV scare, learning information I should’ve already known.

Memphis was gold teeth, gay bars with trannys in a new place. Days on end in your bed smoking cigarettes and making videos in lingerie.

Tunbridge was a lawyer, booty shorts at the fair grounds. Ignorance and a little blue Prius with the windows down head between your legs as you drove.

South Burlington was a parking garage and Sally’s parking lot in a big truck with a “straight married man on a business trip”.

Upstate New York was a navy man, picking me up and throwing me on your bed. Birthday sex with a tattooed hunk.

Westminster was a beater car and fat joint, shaking ass for a man who fucked like a machine yet never kissed me once.

Downtown Burlington was the cemetery on the waterfront, bjs with different men, and videos for OF.

Lebanon was a substitute, seventeen-year-old me crushing on a teacher. Stretch by a huge dick, first hemorrhoid in my life.

Bellows Falls was a pedophile, my sweet sixteen with a man in his fifties. Going to school the next day realizing he was my teacher’s brother. Losing my foster home, and ending up in rehab.

Keene was a red head and a hotel room, watching the game, drinking tequila and fucking all night.

South Royalton was a baby daddy, two naked adults with an underage teen. Drinking playing video games. Decisions that would haunt me for a lifetime every time I see those kids’ faces.

Richmond was a riverbank college kid in a Volvo, bj pics in a gothy fit, blocked me after you sent those pics.

Walpole was fifteen year old Gia an elementary school parking lot in a steamy little sedan with my boyfriend.

Bolton was a cute nerd skinny-dipping on a hot day. Having your roommate walk in on us while we were fucking in the living room.

South Woodstock was the maintenance man, meeting after work in his big truck. Smoking cigs as he listened to my big mouth, after my mouth sucked him dry.

Ludlow was a confused jock, a wanna-be tranny with a girlfriend. Ruining friendships not worth losing and bad sex not worth remembering.

Brattleboro was my best friend, with no sexual chemistry. Not much else to add other than we had the best memories.

Mt holly was you. On my knees for hours in the back seat of my car and getting pounded on the hood. Future husband and definitely not the first but always gonna be the last.