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I have parents and they love me and my
dog loves me and I guess Jesus loves me,
that's what the song says--why would a song lie?
--and God and maybe the Holy Ghost, Who
-ever that is, exactly, but I need
more, more love, or love of a different kind,
the kind I could get from Miss Hooker, my
Sunday School teacher and a damn good one
and a real beauty, too, red hair and green
eyes and more freckles than I've ever seen
on any one face before, let alone
her neck and arms and legs, if it's no sin
to say so--I can't help but notice them.
Last night I dreamt I married Miss Hooker
and on our honeymoon I asked her what
she wanted to do, anything at all,
and she said, I'll do anything you want
to do, Honey, so I said, Okay, let's
play checkers for a while, then watch TV
because the Braves are on, and read comic
books. Then we can have pizza rolls and
french fries and maybe ice cream for dessert,
Neopolitan because we're married
and that's special, and then we can play cards.
Well, alright Honey, she says--you know just
how to treat a woman. I think I blushed
because I wanted her to be satisfied.
So we had a busy night and we both
won at checkers and cards, even-Steven,
and didn't bother to break the tie or
pretend we were in the championship
like I do with guys because we're married
now and to each other so equally,
I mean Miss Hooker and I, not my pals
and I. And the Braves even won their game,
though it took extra innings. And then
it was time for bed and we were pretty
sleepy after all that fun and we saw
each other naked and she's got freckles
everywhere and I told her so and
this time Miss Hooker was the one who blushed.
Then we put on our pajamas and crawled
into bed and kissed a couple of times
like we meant it, which we do--did, I mean
--and shook hands and rolled over, then out
of nowhere I heard a voice asking, Do
you want to make a baby, and it was
Miss Hooker's voice but it sounded kind of
husky, kind of deep and growly, so I
said, Well, just what do you want me to do?
Then I woke and it was time for Sunday
School so I still don't see how you make them,
babies I mean, but I was pretty close,
in bed with a woman and the lights off
and our teeth brushed but come to think of it
we forgot to say the Lord's Prayer before
we fell asleep and maybe that's what does
it, that or a secret one for after.
If I dream it again I'll remember
and when I'm all grown up, I'm only 10,
and I still don't know the secret then I'll
ask it on my wedding night. Then Bingo.
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