With a look in her eye –

imperious, sly –

that suggested

I knew her meaning,

she asked for a taste

(“a taste, just a taste!”)

of my “Boyfriend Jam”,

not jelly.

But I –

bewildered, confused,

unable to grasp

what she implied –

could only stare,

slack-jawed,

standing there,

& in vain futility

wonder.

— C.Birde, 12/20