I was only at the First Christian Church
in Saturday summer heat to listen to
his soft vowels making love though I
suppose they were no different than
yours or mine. The All-U-Can-Eat
Spaghetti Social raised $358 for the church.
I remember I didn’t like the spaghetti sauce
or sitting in the grass. And it wasn’t long
before he noticed I had stopped laughing,
noticed the evening had ended. But when I
look back on that day, the fading light
outlining the sway of leaves on my dress,
cool air moving in for the evening, his eyes
so sure that this was all good, I wish
I hadn’t seen him realize. I wish
I had been the right girl.