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By Liz Date: 2002 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.21.16.36.15616]] |
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They're throwing horseshoes in the yard the grill is gassed up and smoking. You and I have been left alone on the front porch, enthroned on the shaded swing, reigning over the sea of relatives who belong to you and may one day belong to me. On their way back from the kitchen they stop and ask me how the wedding plans are coming, where is my fiance off to and why has he left me alone with you? They laugh and wink at this great joke, that there is something going on between you and me, but just once you touch my thigh when we're alone, and later your grandmother pulls me aside to tell me "Make sure you don't marry the wrong one." |