We watched Willy Wonka.
we went to a drive-in movie.
you hate being late, so we got there
an hour early and had to kill time
(i didn’t mind, i would take all the time
i could get).
we sat in the trunk, blankets and pillows
stacked on top of each other — our bodies too.
every once in a while, you’d point
to the screen and say,
“this is the best part.”
i would turn my head to look,
but all i wanted to do
was look at you.
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