We dated most of that year
I hid in New Orleans.
We drank a lotin the Quarter,
at the Lakefront,
from take-out-cups
in our cars, everywhere--
anywhere it was cheap.
We made out a lot--
on bar stools, in booths,
in my van. My cousin said
she fucked like a rabbit,
but I never got that far,
except, almost, once
with her mother snoring
across the way in their trailer.
Nance!
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