July 7, 1998

The Fine Art

I gave her a fish, and she screamed
HOORAY I love it Its perfect and it was.
I gave her a book and wrote in the cover
and read it to her and she read with me,
squirming and squealing with delight.

She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek
I won't wash that spot 'til tomorrow
When I take my shower as usual.

She gave me the giggles and I
gave them back. We nudged and
we poked and we stepped on
each other's toes

I gave her my hand as we wound
through the crowd. We never got nowhere
and saw not a thing.
She gave me a look and I knew how she
felt. Not 'cause she told me, though. Just
'cause I knew.

I gave her a ride home
She gave me a piece of her mind
I gave her a story
She gave me her heart

Giving, giving, giving
The fine art.


"Melissa MacKay is my funnest friend. We tried to see Bare Naked Ladies but couldn't get close enough."