Light Housework
"He knows I'd love to see him happy,..."
I’m remembering Steve, my fellow foster kid, in Vankleek Hill, Ontario, who at a party, said to me “Give us a kiss!”, and I fully kissed him. I had always found him extremely attractive, but I had a boyfriend in Quebec, and Steve had a French, nice, girlfriend sitting beside him on the couch. But he asked for it, and he got it. He was floored. I never saw him again because those were the Christmas holidays, and when school started up again after the holidays, I ran away back to Montreal because I couldn’t stand my foster home. It’s true that I found Steve extremely attractive, but no one compares to The Dancer/Morrissey, who stunningly, I know in hindsight, was inches from me on Valentine’s Eve. I want your face on a pillow beside me Morrissey, the best dancer ever. Though I didn’t recognize you when you were there, I will never forget what I recognize in hindsight, and want to touch, with my hands and my lips.