Ride Home

His shining silver mini van
Held me and my sweaty track equipment.
"You’re not a freshman" he said
"And you're not a junior" I retorted.
We flirted for a few miles,
The way two friends would when trying to pass some time.

He looked at me for a little,
The awkward pause that
Can be interrupted in many ways.
The car veered off to the side of the
Road, almost into a ditch.
"Are you two lezbo lovers?" He asked referring to the girl I was with when he announced that he was leaving the track meet's parking lot and that I should come if I wanted a ride home.

"No." I said straightly.

"Is she..." He said, almost finishing the sentence but not quite.
"Yes, but we're not..."I said, almost finishing mine.
He leaned across empty beer bottles sprinkling the floor and
Kissed me lightly, then hard,
Longer than I’m used to and faster than I wanted.

I thought I made it clear that I'm queer.

I thought he was pulling over to fuss with his i pod.

I thought wrong
And he kept going.
I didn't stop him.
I don't know why.

I’m not sure what to think now that he’s gone
And I’m alone at home
Other than
He wasn't the one I wanted to kiss today
And I left her in the parking lot.