Blind Double Date
by Wilda Morris

Awkward but excited, I greeted Joe,
and squeezed into the car. Shy
and mostly silent, I sat scrunched
in the back seat as six of us sped
east to the ocean. The sun
lit the morning sky, warmed the sand,
sparkled the water.

It was Jenny’s hand Joe grasped,
before leaping into the spray,
riding the waves, while I watched.
Emerging, they guzzled beer,
nuzzled each other.
I thought it better
to be back
in the dorm
with textbooks
than on
a day-long
date
alone.
I lay lonely
on warm sand
that lavender evening,
longing to be loved,
longing
to
love.


 

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