To the pretty girl in the nudie magazine (I would like to take you to Moab)

Now that I know you, pretty girl.
Now that I know you better than
any other curious man,
I’d like to be nervous and call you,
and call you your real name
(not Candi, I’ll boldly assume).

I’d like to bring you flowers
or other corny things.
Or we could see a movie
(you said you liked movies).
Maybe then a hockey game.

I could show you my Volkswagen bus,
and I could take you to Moab or Disneyland
or whatever would make you happy.

Then maybe I’d kiss you on the cheek.

ca. 1990