Thursday’s Poem – What We Wish For

What We Wish For

You were what every high school boy dreams of.
good looking, a little older,
forgiving of my age and inexperience.

You took me home to your parent’s house
every afternoon for a week.

Monday you degraded me.
Tuesday I degraded you.
Wednesday you dressed up in your sister’s clothes.
Thursday your mom walked in on us.
Friday was the last time I saw you naked.

After that week it was all over.
You probably had some other
high school boy’s dreams to fulfill.

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About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

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