you had
to meet the parents and tell
them
what you're intentions
were with their daughter.
of course you lied,
what choice did you have?
the Italian mother
with her chopping knife,
and the father with
his muscled arms from
shoveling coal.
my intentions? i thought
to myself,
staring at my date in a pair
of tight jeans
and a low cut sweater.
well, i said. we're going
to choir practice and then
a prayer meeting,
at church, but after that
i'll drive her straight home.
i left out the part about
the triple feature
at the drive-in.
and the spot in the back row.
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