One September day when I was twelve and sky was pouring rain on our bare heads

 I walked without my raincoat blocks and blocks of downtown Newport, Maine, with a boy

I was the new girl in his neighborhood, free wandering washed streets, unwatched

He wanted to be my boyfriend, so it was a first date, and not a promising one

since I was heated by a strep throat and feverishly curious about making choice

any fledgling experiment of risk creating consequence

felt intoxicating, skin clean drenched under careless sky

All photos and writing copyright Kelly DuMar 2016