Frigid by Heather Van Doren
My cool
moment came
at Biff and Linda’s apartment party
in the Valley
when they named me
sexiest girl,
presented me with a chilled bottle
of champagne.
I posed frozen, clutching the neck
and blushing
in my off-the-shoulder
gypsy blouse,
a virgin
carrying a fake I.D.
Their sexy girl – dreading already
the ride home
with my new
marine boyfriend Mike,
who stumbled
from the crowded kitchenette,
squeezed my prize
with knowing fingers, trigger-happy
from weapons training, focused now
on this cork to pop.




