Alone together 03

For Jay:

My first boyfriend, your mother
once walked in on us foolin' around.
You tried to turn me on with Paradise
by the Dashboard light by Meatloaf:
"We were barely 17 and we were barely
dressed." Sheesh, sounds like us. Now
I remember why I hate that song so
much.

We necked in the backseat of your
father's car while your father was
drivin'. "Wow! Jay has a girlfriend."

Not for long. You avoided me
at your best friends' house parties
because of all the other girls there. And "other girls" are always prettier than the
girl you're with.

Smaller Works
Cuddie 04

For Jason:

My second boyfriend, you often took me to your uncle's house. You sat at the kitchen table drinking beer together until you both got loaded. Then your uncle beat his wife. "Let's leave," you insisted. We had to "stay out of it."

Stay out of it? Why don't we do something about it? He's killing her and she's letting him because it's "his house and his couch." Well, what about her life and those kids? Does he own them too?

Divine Union 03

     For Derek:

      The nicest and most attractive of
      the three boys, my third boyfriend,
      had bright green eyes, black wavy   
      hair and pale white skin.

      You hippied up your skinny legs in
      scuffed out jeans; you punked out
      your skinny arms in a matching
      jacket. You hippied up and punked  
      out the closest thing to cool I ever  
      shared my body and soul with, even
      though you went to O'Donel High
      and your favourite band was Motley 
      Crue. I went to Eugene Vater's 
      Pentecostal Collegiate. No better.
      However, my favourite band  was
      Stiff Little Fingers. Now That's 
      pretty punked out.