Karla said we should get lost.

Let's go off-trail, she said,
To some distant part of this city,
And we will walk until we wander.

I'd been drinking since dawn,
Not a usual thing,
And yet somehow today
A beer for breakfast,
Seemed like the right thing to do.

Come on, she said,
And pulled me by the arm.
We will edge away from all your demons,
And find a secret place to make out.

Then after, you can buy me a dollar cup of joe,
Karla continued.

We'll chew with our mouths wide open,
Trample down a half dozen donuts each
Then tease-feed the pigeons with samples and dessert.

What if it rains, I asked as I did up my old Nikes.

Then we get wet Karla said and kissed me.