The Date

"The Date" for Sunday Scribblings January 13, 2008

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I Should Have Known, Then, That He Always Gets What He Wants.

We were sliding
around on the back seat
of Tom Norcott’s parents’
car.

Tom was driving,
his girl nestled
right up next to him.

I remember our first
date, how we walked
to the movies to see
Taming of the Shrew,
but I have no idea
what we did on this
second date. Except

I felt the car sway
as we made the turn
from Hillside Avenue
onto Willow Street.

And just as gravity
pulled us toward
the right
and I braced
for impact,

you whispered
in my ear,
“I’m gonna
marry you.”

“You’re nuts!”
squeaked out
in between kisses.

I saw your smile
in the neon glow
from Bob’s Variety
Store as you claimed
my lips
my heart
my life.