love potion

she knows every word
to love
potion number nine, tapping
her feet
on the floor of
the car, her hands
drumming the dashboard.
she throws her
hair around and sings loudly,
you're going to need
a lotion,
a calamine lotion.
we're nineteen again
in my dad's buick,
cruising the hamburger
stand,
a can of beer in our
laps,
the windows
rolled down, the night
in front of us
as a half moon appears
out of nowhere.