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drive-in movie

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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