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First Love Story At The Movies
I can still picture the old theater's gold marquee
thrusting over the sidewalk, a brittle matinee ticket,
and in a dim enough room-smell the seats,
the satiny wash of crushed chocolate and sweat,
candied lip gloss and floor wax.
If virginity was a thing to be lost
I'd still keep it, meticulous habits complying
to my packrat's retention of useless little things.
I recall the feel of swampy popcorn,
the echo of Will Hunting's tears,
and my pride, my pride
in purposefully misplacing something.
poem
by
John W. McEwers
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