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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David Spicer

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One of Those Evenings

when my father scratched his crotch, my sister and I
thought it funny as a basket of frowning bananas.
He gazed at us, a gleam in his eyes, and said, Time
for a movie, kids
. Running toward the hatchback Nash,
we waited in the front seat before my father drove
to the Palace and dropped us at the ticket counter to watch
Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison. Old enough to guess
what our parents did as we ate popcorn and sipped
lemonades in the dark, we laughed at the wrong lines
when Robert Mitchum and Deborah Kerr wandered
on the island, trading glances, telling their life stories.
My sister and I'll always remember that movie:
we loved their fantasy romance in a softer way
than the Fuck me more! of our parents' child-free nights.