Do you remember?
I remember it every time
I step on a sticky
floor in the theater
it was a French film – Eric Rohmer
as near as I could tell
it was about paint drying
I couldn’t understand French
and the subtitles were just confusing
we sat in the back row – murky shadows
and we kissed, it was called necking in those days
kissed until our lips became numb
legs in pretzels
spilled popcorn
and, oh yes, my foot kicking your Coke
the sticky fluid running down
through the rows
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