You Weren't So Hot After All

� Elizabeth Larrabee

When I was thirteen

and you were seventeen

you were the big shot

playground counselor.

I was weaving baskets

the day you said

"you're kinda cute."

I blushed.

You were so handsome.

Three years later

we happened to meet

at Salem Willows.

We danced

and you asked to drive me home.

I said yes.

You kissed me goodnight

and asked for a date.

I said yes.

(Oh, yes, yes, yes!)

But you stood me up, you snob.

Dirty rotten stinking bastard.

I cried because I knew

why you didn't come.

You lived in chandeliered elegance

on the Hill and

I lived in Glass Alley.

That's why.

Years passed.

After I had traveled the world

the whole goddamn world

I returned to Beverly

and inquired about you.

CREEP.

A drunk they said.

No good.

Beat up your wife so

she ran off with Howard

and left you with your Schlitz.

Ha!

I laughed out loud

as I revved up my Cadillac

Drove past that decrepit

Victorian on the Hill

and thumbed my elegant nose.

� Elizabeth Larrabee

Earliest Recall | Lady Slippers | How Poor Were We? | Free Food

The Smaller The Bigger | Mud Flats | Speaking of Smells | Random Pieces

Growing Up the Hard Way �| No Bogey Man | Green Apples | Poor Buster

Up and Down | True Friends | Moving | Rosie's Hangout | Crystal Ball

You weren't so Hot After All | Haunts | On Acting the Way You Feel | Amen

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