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.
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