by Jerry Ratch
First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberley James Eats Pussy.”
(signaling a change in their status,)
with double and triple exclamation marks
and tagged: Tad. (to be sure.)
Next, in red letters:
“Get fucked, Tad!”
But now after all these years
the only thing that remains
are those initial youthful feelings
preserved in cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
(with that big heart all around it.)
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Life before Facebook. The "(signaling a change in their status)" made me smile.
And he went on to drive a taxi, and flies sooooo high when he's stoned. *
Love this (with parentheses)*
What we are is what remains.
Sadly optimistic *
Evocative, true, cementy--I'm sure about all but the last one.*
*Wet cement wins!