Roxy

i.
I never drank my City Market ginger ale
smuggled into the already-dark theater.
After the credits started rolling
and the lights came up, startling us back into reality
and we staggered outside, dazed,
weak-legged and grinning,

I found it dripping through my bag
and onto the floor.

Even my notebook was soaked.
I didn’t care.

ii.
I want to tell Caila, I’m sorry
for pushing past her in the dark.
I pretended I hadn’t seen her,
hadn’t known she was there.
Really: my night vision is fine.
It’s just there was someone
I wanted to sit next to.

iii.
I think you were as nervous as I was.

iv.
I’m so high and elated right now,
floating, flying, feet not on the ground.
Who needs drugs?
I’m still grinning,
braces flashing in the weak light of my room.
[I love this feeling.]

v.
We missed the last scene of the movie.
Maybe one day I’ll rent it and find out how it ends.