I was puttering around reading the "Friends" stories when a little idea popped into my head and I started thinking about how *good* Bruce and Dinah really are for each other. This is probably (hopefully) the first in a series of poems exploring that thought.
Kudos and thanks to Syl, Terri, and Recceana for the stories.
I
haven't been
to a movie
since I was
six.
Everyone
knows that.
Everyone knows
why.
And yet
here she is
eyes shining
blue-green twinkling up at
me
as she waves the listings
under my nose.
"What should we see,
Bruce?"
How can I
disappoint her
for the sake of
years long past?
What
can I do?
Say no?
No
to that beautiful face?
No
to that irrepressible spirit?
No.
I can't do that.
"Anything, Dinah.
Anything
you want."