Stacey
I know I’m not Mark’s first girlfriend,
but I think he likes me best.
The rest were all too clingy, always wanting
him to call and take them to the mall.
They didn’t understand that Mark
needs to keep moving
and only he can decide
where he wants to go.
Sure, he wants you beside him
but you’ve got to be willing
to bend in and buckle up
and put up with his moods,
ride them out with him,
no matter where they lead.
Sometimes, we drive all the way
to the border, where
he’ll park and stare
as though he’s plotting
his escape.
At moments like that
you have to sit still, keep
your mouth shut and wait
until he’s worked it out.
Then he comes back
and sees you
and remembers
how lucky he is
to have you there,
all pretty and sexy
in your tightest clothes.
You can feel him shift
toward you, his eyes
glossy, his pants straining.
You’ve waited hours for that look
because it makes you feel
a thousand feet tall,
even though he still hasn’t
said a single word.