Shenkinian Girl

SHENKINIAN GIRL Remembering is not so much a problem as just not forgetting the taste of your fresh squeezed, unsweetened lemon juice. My saliva glands still go wild and picturing you in your faded cutoffs, trying to look Hebrew or even hippie, god you were so skinny. The only truth I can find in it all is that we were both Sheinkinian if but for the night. Humping in the alleyway, just off the street, we loved it so much that we did not even hear all the other humpers. I hear you finished your graduate study the next day but have to wonder if you were still faking ******? It's not a lot to say about Tel-Aviv in July, but I still crave unsweetened lemon juice. © ron wilson