I saw you, and I thought
there’s the girl I’m going to marry
said this boy now man I no longer know
South Lawn
still air white tent hot august night
dj spinning Creedence
we weren’t dancing and I
knew his prediction was wrong. I had a boyfriend
and didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
If he’d been right
(imagine here kids sadsack spaniel eyes the color of Yoohoo)
Sipping beer I had not yet developed a taste for. I was 17.
One night
I was young I
knew this boy mistook his future
for my past already trailing behind me
gazing sunset over the Hudson
plotting escape
that might keep our wildly different outcomes
intact.