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Walks in the Park
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Senior Year College And her skin was rippled with goosebumps
as I pulled her closer,
and she dropped her shirt
on the sand.
I had made sure we were far enough
into the park, right by the lake,
that no one could see us if
they drove in. She had a crippled
innocence which was only acceptable
because I had crippled it, in fact,
it was attractive. She laughed
out loud when I whispered
in her ear about how we had
covered our Spanish teacher's
mailbox in lighter fluid,
set it ablaze,
and hit it with a baseball bat.
When I got back, my mother
asked me if I had been
next door, at the party with
the troublemakers.
"Come on, Mom, you know I
don't hang out with those kids.
I'm better than that."
