Originally published in the Starsky and Hutch slash anthology zine, …Turned to Fire, produced by Idiot Triplets Press in 1994.
I watch you on a bright morning day,
Watching your cartoons, giggling,
And I smile though you can’t see
The tenderness in my eyes,
Lost in Bugs Bunny world.
“That’s all, folks!”
You switch off the TV
And grab your leather jacket from the chair
…the one with the bullet holes.
Out on the street, as the sun fades into smog,
I watch you shove some punk against the wall,
See the fear in his eyes at the hard efficiency in yours.
Later I find myself in your arms
In a humbling total surrender,
Listening to you tell me
I’ve got you wrapped around my finger?
And you’re gonna kick ass
If Bertie don’t come up with the information tomorrow,
And I’d better wake you
In time for cartoons.
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