I wish I saw her coming so I could’ve prepared my heart for what was to come.
She appeared to me as if a dream.
Paralyzed. Awe struck. The words just wouldn’t come.
“Are you gonna eat those fries?” she asked.
I was. But I couldn’t tell her no.
She grabbed the fries and wondered out the Burger King. Yet I had to know.
I followed her out to the door. “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Who are you? The police?” she replied.
I stood there frozen while she wondered into the woods.
How could God, with all his wrath and anger, make such beauty with this cursed creation?
I thought I’d never see Her again.
But fortune threw me for a spin.
I was pumping gas when she asked “can you give me a ride?”
I said, “sure thing baby. Where to?”
She replied, “anywhere but here.”
We rode around all night.
She took me up to the mountains. She said “you can drop me off here.” I told her “you don’t have to sleep there.”
So we went back to my place.
She took off her coat, then washed her face. I went for a smoke.
When she returned, she said “I’m gonna make it worth your while.”
I want to say more, but that’s just not my style.
The next morning, she left a note:
“I’m sorry to leave you, but I just can’t devote. I glide like a feather, that’s why I’m sane.”
I never learned Her name.
I wrote the first paragraph intending to be another dumbass story but somehow it became a really gay (in a good way) poem instead. Sorry 🤷♂️