When I was twelve, Audie Murphy was a “hottie.”

And Saturday in Joplin’s Paramount Theatre,

I chomped a Chilly Dilly, sat with my cousin,

the one a year older—who “made out” with boys.

Patty said you can get real “high,” if you

put an aspirin in a Coke.  Maybe she was right.

I felt a little less “square”—knowing the boys

who poked her boobies drank cola and Bayer.