our moment or
spans.
Our spans,
maybe a summer.
I couldn't say for sure now,
but it felt like a summer.
You discovering me fabulous-
and I was.
I hadn't known you didn't know it.
Back on a black-paint drama-room floor
and somewhere there was you.
Or nights at the drive-in,
thumping on the windows of
my beluga whale van,
me gorged inside with
boys who would never have me.
When you knew, I never thought it.
When I knew, we were evaporated.
I don't think of you
with anything now.
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Comments
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Very good. It seems you're looking back on things, as I am.
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I like it.
Sort of moves like a photo album to me. Or a song video (in a good way).
Glad you're still writing.
-Ruth
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