sixth date included a drag show after dinner with her folks

the drive to durham was about thirty minutes

and we parked two blocks from a townhouse

with thick christmas lights wound about white painted railings

her friend wore a glitter beard

i had on a tie which she

my woman not the bearded drag king

often used to pull my mouth to hers

fifth date included a storage locker

i told her about my Pepaw

in a red robin parking lot

in the subaru she bought herself.

she told me about her dog

the sweetest german shepherd

oh and i met her parents and her son

oh my god i’m laughing to myself

ok i met her parents and her son

i’m giggling harder gimme a sec

on the fifth date because they also

went to red robin like it was just totally

by chance and her son is eleven months old

and holy cuteness and i like her a lot.

a lot a lot a lot.

her son was eating broccoli and he looked

at me like ‘who the fuck is this guy hey

buddy here’s some broccoli i just spat out’

and he offered me slobbery broccoli and of

course i accepted it and he dropped that

shit right in my open hand.

oh and i stepped in a puddle approximately

six inches across and forty fucking feet deep

and this puddle was also the only puddle within

a 50 mile radius.

our server asked us if we’d like our gourmet* burgers

whiyth pahnk or whiythayout pahnk’

which almost ended in disaster

and did i mention i like her.

and she’s funnier than i am and she makes

me laugh so hard that my face hurts.

oh and she likes my laugh lines which is good

because she sees them often.

 

oh right and i finally got to see some

of her tattoos i hadn’t seen before.

her name is tara pronounced ‘tahr-rah’

i don’t yet know her well enough
to recognize her laugh or
pick her scent out of a
lineup

wait how would that even work
like would the scents line up behind
a two-way mirror

also, how does that work,
like did i use the correct term?
because a two-way mirror
if that’s the correct term
well that just sounds stupid
because it’s not two ways
one way sees a different thing
than the other

ok anyway,
would the scents line up
behind a two-way mirror and
step forward one at a time

so anyhoo,

i do know that
i make her laugh a lot
and she enjoys close proximity
to me
and so likely i will have her

laugh
and
her scent

shortly committed to memory.

ok so what’s my name again

i’ll go weeks and months without writing
or playing piano or singing and
sometimes i wonder
i guess i’m wondering right now

where does that stuff go when i don’t do it?
why do i sometimes feel like a crashing high tide
and other times so placid that i don’t even
realize my surface is still?

i feel strange realizing i am so full of life
and can feel so lifeless at other times
and not be sure which of me is me