FISH BONE LOVE

O.k. -
the first date
took off like a fire
in a hot wind.
Literally.
She was a ditz
and her nervous habit
was to flick
her lighter flint.
Anyway
she flicked too close
to her thick, bushy hair
and a section
caught alight.

Initially I thought
I was in a drunken haze.
Then I realised
there was a lot of smoke
coming off her head.
Real smoke.
I had to put her out.

On our second date
she misjudged
her milkshake
and her straw
shot up her nose.

It took ages to stop the bleeding.

On the third date
she fell down
a flight
of stairs.

It was then I realised
she was jinxed.

But she was beautiful.
So I pushed on.


Beauty can overlook
such flaws.

A few weeks later
I got her home
twelve hours
after I promised
and her father
banned me
from ever seeing her again.

And maybe
that was
a good thing.

Who knows what could have happened.

She could have swallowed
a fish bone.

She could have slammed
her finger
in a door.

She could have exploded.

And I’m not equipped
to handle
that sort of thing.

First aid is not my forte.