and so suddenly there on Facebook is my first boyfriend
well, the first boy that I actually kissed
because I felt something for him
which I think makes him a first boyfriend
as opposed to those “boyfriends” you have in grade school
in name only, because you like their hair
or they chase you at recess
the first boy I hid in the gym mat closet with at a school dance
so we could do this kissing
probably April Wine
or maybe Sweet
was playing
and I think I may have snuck
a few airplane bottles of rum
out of the liquor cabinet at home
because back then, we started drinking young
and often
a carryover from the just, just dying seventies perhaps
I can remember what that was like
and maybe it is these early innocent memories
that make things seem so much harder now