back row at the drive-in

at last

at the drive-in, your favorite

girlfriend

in high school

agrees to go

to see a triple feature,

back row, of course.

we move

to the back seat because

of the stick

shift

and console.

we've finished with our

shrimp roll

and hot dog, our

cokes and caramel corn.

the windows get quickly

steamed,

as we turn down

the speaker.

but it's impossible.

all these

complex things. buttons

and snaps.

zippers. strings.

the unmovable seats.

it would be easier

breaking

into fort Knoxx then

it would be

getting into Lulu's jeans.

not even Houdini

would have a shot.