1966

we played
spin the bottle in her mother's
basement.
her mother's name
was marie, her father's name
was pearl but
they called him roy.
we played wake up little Susie
all night long
on the red turn table.
spinning the bottle
on the tiled floor.
the four or five
of us children.
gently letting our soft
lips touch,
closing our eyes,
lost in the mystery
of everything
to come.