Sophomore Year
I, in my excitement,
was waiting for
That bootstrap.
And with baseball on
Your mind, I tried
to seduce you with
Theater.
Secret dressing
Room call. Me, you
and the Priest.
I saw between
Your legs as the
Makeup faded and I
was never
Happier.
And now, matrimony,
a patriarch and
a stained Buddha
Statue I retreat to
The Garden.
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