Oh yeah, Lisa

It was in ninth grade social studies
that Lisa passed the note
simple words loaded with meaning
"Remember the mushroom?"
Oh yeah, Lisa, I did…
as heat crept through my body
resting on my face, burning
the memories flushing back
Lisa lying beneath me
our tongues entwined
our hands exploring
and then a gasp
from my mother

Lisa was sent home

I was damned to Hell

Mother started her own blaze
in screams of condemnation
Hell fire surely awaited
to burn me alive
and I, already burning
tried to sweep away ashes with innocence
"But mama, we were looking at a mushroom."

Oh Lisa…

how could I forget
the fire that licked us both
and my mother's
burning me at the stake