I’d like to clear that fact up right now.
It’s just the biggest blizzard I’ve ever been a part of.
We started talking and talked for an hour.
The fog hid Coit Tower from my mother.
In retrospect, yes, I dated him for a few months.
But I did not actively participate.
To remind me that he still has my watch.
And he’s throwing a party on Saturday.
It was a dark roof.
We were walking home from some club
and he shoved me up against a vined brick wall
and started tonguing me.
I had the hots for the red-headed kid.
The inclination to just dive into trouble like that.
I paid my dues and that was that.
Twenty or so inches of snow.
Even if I did occasionally watch baseball,
after Thanksgiving,
in a sports bar,
with someone I thought was perfect
who held my hands in his,
on the table next to the green napkins.
