Fishnet Marianne
By Christopher J. Bradley
June 21 1998 6:04 AM

A girl in stockings
With long legs
And blonde hair.
I kissed you once
In the back of Scott's
Black Ford.

Your hair behind my hand
Soft and thin
Set my senses into overdrive.
And then he came out
Your skinhead boyfriend
Pulling his shirt off.

He didn't know
We had kissed on the hill
Next to Tops
While Scott bought
his stinking

We'd had wine
In your apartment
The six of us
And your friend Tanya.
The room was dim.

To this day
You are not forgotten.
But how could you forget
Black combat boots
And dark sunglasses
At our first meeting

In the cafe.