later that night, after that incident
with the nudists and the police, I was
getting closer to sober and you brought
over a bottle for us to share, though it
was only a pint, and you had been drunk
hours before I started on the whiskey . . .
we toasted the cops and nudists and made
jokes about protests and how silly it
all was about fur and animal rights
when we have yet to get the whole human
rights thing under any semblance of control—
then suddenly our eyes met and magic,
lightning, fireworks, and your tongue on mine,
our clothing shed . . . and soon police found us.

dmpitchford