By jill (jills@wam.umd.edu)
Date: 2 August 1999

king's county

we lay on the hard ground of the golf course, looking up
at the stars brookyln afforded us on this lovely evening.
the bridge in the distance stretches out to some mainland i don't want to see.
as far as i am concerned, i am happy here now. 
you are comforting in a way i never thought possible. something soft and strong and moody like my eyes. 
my opinions will sway like your smile.
i don't want to take the B train home. work tomorrow can wait. i have found peace now, an hour's train ride away.
i'll trade the bridge i see out my window for this view, this one. 
anything to stay here a little longer. i think i might be able to fade right into you now. i think it was your look when you said i was crazy
and let me kiss you.

but alas, we have to trek to the station. the el train awaits.

we trudge down 86th, i stumble, you trip.
my chariot looms overhead like some unforgiving mother
telling me i am late.
i know, mommy. but he's the most wonderful...

i look down to find my shoe untied, another excuse to hold us up. 
valiantly, you do the bidding. 
and i smile so hard my face hurts. i find your mouth again and tell you in so many words 
how good that feels.
our parting is less passion and more hopefull.
i let you take my hand and make me a promise.
i know it will be fun to see the outcome. 
i leave feeling spent, and happy, and dizzy and glowing from the lights of the bridge, like they jumped onto my face.

i had read a fourtune cookie two days before. 
it said plan for many pleasures ahead.