The DSi Stands for Doing Stuff I-Shouldn't-Be

I try not to get nostalgic, try to live

in the moment: savor the burn of a fresh fountain

soda, imitate patience with ingrown

toenails–but every girl fails when it comes to those

hours of play, when the 3 AM heat

hooks me like a comedically long cane, when blue-

light makes it tricky to discern if I

was a preteen or a jester hellbent; takes not much

foreknowledge to know I was doing

something I wasn’t supposed to, but how could I

deny my tongue its hour of folding

up in my gums, perusing the alternate universes 

of character x character or far more

sexier, character x reader. Ask any woman to tell

you how she learned to give a blow

job–she will probably point you toward fanfiction

or tumblr gifs–ask any bisexual girl

where it all began and she’ll pull up some Naruto/

Sasuke. Beneath a chunky moon, I

snuck sips from beneath the bed contraband, back

to back cans of Coca Cola till blood

trudged slow as a soldier ten weeks in the trenches–

I knew myself to be just as devoted:

every review featured a reprise of similar requests

and compliments: kicking my feet 

UwU, I’m biting my pillow so that my sister doesn’t 

hear me scream :O, Plz don't leave 

off on that plz don't I'm begging you plzzzzzz XD