She will look up my way. She will look up at the porch and see me. She will open the passenger door and tell me to come with her and share her bed. I was hoping you’d ask, I will say, kind of suavelike. I will not care what we do, anything would be fine, nothing is okay, too. It does not matter. A bed with room and warmth and her legs entwined with mine underneath. I will comment on how cold her toes are and she will rub them against my legs— Things like that sometimes happened.
