I love to drive.
I always have.
It calms me,
and I get to spend time with my boyfriend.
We have been together since 1994.
When he opened for Phish.
That Michael Phelps thing was just a silly fling.
But I am rarely alone anymore.
Usually it is the girls and
or if I am feeling really, really nice,
the Disney Princess CD's.
(Thanks Aunt Amy... really. Thanks.)
But I was alone today.
(Janey too, but she was asleep, so it was as if I was alone.)
It was raining and he was singing.
Just for me.
I looked to the left of me.
The moment with my love,
Eating a banana?
On a popsicle stick?
Dipped in ketchup?
Worse, much worse.
On a way to a party.
To make children cry.
I will never forgive you Princess Pipsqueak.
It might be months until I have another rendevous with Dave.