It happened on an ordinary afternoon.
No one was in the house,
Just he and I.
Our scene: relaxed, casual.
The TV was tuned in to a court show.
The picture fuzzy;
The volume down.
We called the show absurd:
The defendant �white-trash�
And the plaintiff a whore.
In the middle of our chit-chat,
We undressed each other.
It wasn't my idea.
But I don't remember it being his.
All was quiet,
Except for the huff of our breaths
And the occasional blink of the TV.
I wasn't really interested in him
But more with the judge on TV--
She had sparkling blue eyes.
The clock said two.
He had to go.
�People to do,� he said.
I made �plans� to keep from looking pathetic.
Everyone says the first time is special--
But I didn�t feel different;
All was the same
As I thought it would be.
revised: May 2002
This is a poem about making a decision. A hasty, yet thought-out decision. In the end, it all turned out as expected.
take me there shoulda coulda woulda you don't say snapshot
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