Virtuous

I just want you to be careful, she wails, gripping my sleeve, fretting about the loss of my innocence, my worth, my hymen in the first three weeks I’m away from home, and she warns me against the parties, the boys, the groping in bright stairwells, the fumbling in dark rooms and strange sheets, and I promise her, I promise it won’t happen in the first three weeks, letting her praise her virtuous daughter, knowing she can’t imagine that I might wait three weeks plus a day, or that the week before I went away was a wait long enough. 

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