"Hot Flashes"
writings by L. B. Fine

 
 
September 21, 1986
 

In no uncertain terms
he told me that Clapton is God
and that he loved me
unequivocally

his fingers drumming
incessantly
on the steering wheel 
as we drove south
on the Garden State
in the rain
to the empty beach
at West End
where we toasted
with plastic flutes
filled with cheap champagne
and I promised
to love him forever


© L.B. Fine

 
 
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