Proof Of Life
Remember that time you undressed me
In the old kitchen in Highland Park, in the dark?
Then you opened the door of the fridge,
Shivering in buttery light,
Showed me how your tits pointed up.
Right? Remember that?
Me neither.
Remember when SC won, you pushed me against the wall
In Tunnel 9 at the Rose Bowl.
Took a knee,
And, quick like a bunny,
Wham bam, thank you ma’am.
Remember that?
Me neither.
Remember when you wore that lacy tiny skirt, no underpants at all,
And I was climbing stairs behind you
At Pasadena City Hall?
And you bent over like you were picking something up.
I think you looked back at me, and winked.
You don’t remember that?
Me neither.
It’s funny how good stuff gets forgotten.
I guess when you’re married long as us....
You start to wonder did it happen?
There’s still time. We can snap a selfie. Even video.
Capture proof of life.
You want to give that a go?
Me neither.
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