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LisaK Beth Lengyel

It was strange Four years later
that first day on a night reserved
of 7th grade band for innocent pranks
Ithought you were you gave yourself
a boy a treat that tricked
you thought I me bad
was silly
Noone gave me details
For three years except that it was
we hummed a blind shot
Our way in a dark world
when they thought that splattered
of parting us little red downers
we'd finger all over
a bad note the band room floor
or two
I'm still
Between breathes in the band
we exchanged teachings you blew
you of the wrong note
red capsules
me of Ralph Preisendorfer
happy families
and 11
cookie Jars

You became lost
in blind red torture
as Ifell
more in love
you said
"suicide"
I said
"Wow"

An innocent duet
ended that
Summer of '74
you still strumming
the same 01' tune
with a nuice
I could not
understand