ground. It’s not another lazy dance. Din of
the bathroom stall, fiercely and for all history
overwhelms its magic mirror twenty years ago,
some kind of crazy heaven in my ears. For
better or worse, I’ll throw it away before therapy
(like eggtoss & tug of war). Having a senseless
crush on him for years, this isn’t going to be a
minor disturbance. It was even better than
anything that’s crept into my prolific
fantasies and wallops my first attempt
at power-dating into insignificance.
