it must have been about seventh grade when I
gave up on myself as a great romantic;
in a theatre watching jaws one day
with jamie from a small river town, I
was too bashful to kiss her despite signals
even I, cloistered and with less than zero
experience, could interpret  .  .  .  again
the next summer with cindy at the fair,
I failed somehow to close the deal, was left
behind with slim excuses.          adulthood
has been much kinder; I’ve learned to venture
closer to the ladies with more brass, who
know what they want when they see it and reach
out to coax me in despite my coy demeanor.

David M Pitchford
3 Nov 2011


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