Rocket-mine

I lost my virginity on the train tracks to a girl named Arietty.  It had been her idea to do it in the shadow of an old factory where a weathered word on the back wall mumbled MEDUSA.  One day after three glasses of scotch, my dad told me that in his day a whore that went by Polly Pocket used to operate there.  She’d give all the boys handjobs over their pants; she was the real Medusa Arietty was the kind of girl who put on her lip gloss in class but wore sneakers year-round.  We swore to each other that we would get married after going away to college—I was going north and she was going west—and live in