AMERICAN GIRL
Your Father washed his new Olds
on Saturdays.!
talked about makin' money...!
looked at us
grinning eye to eye
'bout makin' Love!
The sweet privacy of a dark Chevrolet;
you told me of plans.
... a future called University
as I moved my breath into the scent of your neck
... lips and hands seeking remembrance.
The radio was playing "Earth Angel"
American Girl.
I said Goodbye to you.
but you didn't answer.
It's OK!
Your Father was right that boys like me
end up in the Army.
And You?
gave your youth to
old men with pockets full of time.
Antediluvian lovers who French-kissed
your mind
while the College boys promised
a future sublime.
I was in Viet Nam when I heard you'd died!
My sister wrote... "both She and the baby!"
I thought of your young Lawyer... alone,
and I cried.
for you American Girl!
For old Chevy's that wait on workin' boys
gone to war.
For those daring youth
who enter smiles!
Eyes!
The warm corners of another's heart.
And together
write each other's name upon
the foggy windshield of desire.
Know everything tastes better late at night!
Feed.
... upon their hunger!
Starving!
for the great feast of themselves.