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First Date.
JJ ( / US)

First Date.

across this table
quivering light-streaked lines, some straight, some long, all crooked and dazzling against the man-made lake beside us
course through our conversation.


i’ve been cold so long
my life stories spill out like hours-old eggs on a rusting plate,
set behind glass for affect-less observation
but i know how fresh they remain
for me.

your eyes shine, huge,
and
one of those tiny white lines bifurcates the blue-green iris of your left eye.
i just keep talking.

the food arrives,
animals and embarrassment creeping up around us,
threatening like known dangers found
in a cave of many-times-revisited adventure. fear.

we lighten it with laughter,
so funny about a first date—
you must compress two and more decades
of love, and hatred, and anger, and fear
into three to four stories, told with a smile, detached. flattering in your indifference to them.

the food is getting cold ‘cause
i won’t touch it
for fear this moment will become
just another glass-cased observation

to retell on the next
first date.

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Comments (2)

A wonderful write Julia....Got to say it you are my favourite poet on this site.So fresh and stylish..You stamp your talent on everything you write.You have an identity that clearly shows your independent mind. Sid John xx
Ms. Englund: Very nicely done. You've picked out some really fine and poignant details and added a wonderful little metaphor in the incubator. I enjoyed this one a great deal. Thank you for sharing it. -G