mouths

when I was little Lizzie crouched beside me in the classroom corner, whispered, “on T.V. they said a man and a lady fit together like two puzzle pieces. like this.”her sticky freckled hands made the interlocking gestures.

the first time, our mouths fit together just so. in the dark room by the light of his computer, I noted this and understood. recalled her tiny, moving fingers. and naturally i felt mislead when later, those mouths became separated. sought others to attach to.