spin the bottle

in the basement,

with the lights dimmed

low,

we'd put on a stack

of 45's on the box turntable,

and listen to her mother's

old records,

the Everly Brothers,

the Platters,

and Peggy Lee,

we'd spin

the bottle, boys and girls

in a small

circle and peck our

lips together,  barely

touching.

we'd play post office too,

but quietly.