A Memory

I.

Your chin was warm

And smelled like earthworms

The night we danced

On the shining boulevard

And spoke of an unborn son.

We dared life to surprise us

Because we felt so unused.

I wonder

If his eyes would have been green

Like mine

Or telling

Like yours.

II.

It rained today and for the first time

I didn't think of you.

Instead, I ate a box of Junior Mints

And with a cold mouth

Hummed to ol' Louie

While watching the neighborhood

Children tap-dance in puddles.