Oh Honey, you should have seen me
     in my prom dress. Twenty-five years ago

     I didn’t look like this.

        ---from a conversation at the Dollar General            

We leave ourselves behind somewhere        

in the flush of the face during that first dance,

that first cigarette posed between lips

signaling a certain readiness,

and that Gin & Tonic spiraling us

into a looseness of flesh and mouth.

Years later these icons of firsts purge us

back to youth, becoming images in mirrors

of tight skin and thick hair.  We see

what we thought we were: pure scented

innocence awakening to a hot pulse

of wanting. And we hold on to the craving

of that last never ending night, eclipsing our worries

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