No one else was in the house,
It was just me and him.
It was casual and relaxed.
The TV was on to some court show.
The picture was fuzzy;
The volume was down.
We spoke about how absurd the show was;
We didn't know where to start.
Somewhere in the middle,
We undressed each other.
It wasn't really my idea.
But I don't remember it being his.
It was quiet for a while,
Except for the sound of our breathing
And the occasional twitch of the TV.
I wasn't really interested in him,
But oddly in the judge on TV.
It was over before it began.
The clock said two.
He had to go and I made excuses.
Nothing felt different;
It was all the same.
Just as I thought it would be.
May 2001
take me there shoulda coulda woulda you don't say snapshot
~~home~~