Ok, I got into a little trouble.. light-weight
hacking you might say.. for community service
Kim and I "volunteered" to assist in setting
up new media centers at several Atlanta schools.
The work was fun and interesting for the most part..

They stand in the dark corridor, slack and garrulous,
like actors posing. They are full of rhetoric spiked
with sexist coding, gross and sharp as anger.
They are joined in some intimate conspiracy,
celebrating their appetite with implausable
verbs and questionable conjunctions.

Kimberley and I, jejune and curteously bumbling,
cought in embarrassments bloom, try not to look
like prizes for the stealing and resist the urge to
bolt back down the hall.

The computer lab is LOCKED and before we can
retreat they block the hall around us.. The catchers
and the cought.

Amid stares, glares and jokes that aren't REALLY
jokes we get oxalic tearms of endearment and
invitations to shared intamacy. The tallest guy
takes hold of the books I am carrying and as we
tug-of-war another one leans in and licks Kim on the
lips! .. eeuuuwww!

For a moment longer than a moment we watch each
other for reaction.. cought in an orbit of attraction
and revulsion. Kim and I silenty trying, like a chess
problem, to improvise a route to where we want to go.

Suddenly a door opens in the hall and the media specialist
and a BIG cop spill into the hall. Gentle as Sunday the cop says,
"Scuse me" and cuts thru the circle to the locked door.