Monday, November 7, 2011

Late night morning star ship

We took two yellow pills
shaped to resemble

Bart Simpson's head.
This funny little ecstasy...

she sang for me.
We danced.

While we twirled
around the room

my head became
clear.

I said:
will you be my girlfriend?

She kissed me: yes.
We laughed.

Our own private Prom
on a New York Sunday night.

No comments: