October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five
Jason Floyd Williams
nevermind the romantics.

They're called thin places–
these spots where Heaven &
Earth almost touch.

We had such a moment at
the zoo when it started
to rain & we sought cover
underneath some weeping willows,
next to the flamingo den.

All these pink, Harryhausen-ish,
swizzle sticks kept hop-scotching thru
the storm, & we huddled against
the wet.

If we had been dating longer,
I'd have proposed.

Instead, that happened in
a far less auspicious setting,
with you jack-hammering fingers
on this very resilient pimple
on my neck.