"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

his fingers drumming
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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