i remember wondering why i hadn't broken my hands
mid air, twisting across the hood
we briefly caught each other's attention
and as quickly it past, but
i suspect he remembered that moment
as it stood out, as if, significant,
then bang, i'm waiting for a taxi
wearing naught but my reddish boxer shorts, bang
i'm in a private room on the fairy, then bang,
i'm looking up at heather, as she desperately
i tendered to her forceful ministrations