first date

I imagine we meet in Brandon and sit in one of those high booths. At some point in the evening you'll have to brush up against me. I want to sit close to you. You're quiet, and it feels correct to be quiet with you.

Then I'll reach down and pick up the book I was carrying because you asked about it earlier and yes I think we have to read at least a paragraph to each other. But we'll have to whisper in Georgia Blue.


Today I am grateful for a man to be quiet with, to whisper with.