A live band, one member used to live here, is playing a cover of
that says "Black Flag sticker" instead of a Deadhead one --
moon bounce, face painting, pony rides, bubble machine.
I feel like a character in some John Cheever short story
about stifling suburbia, parents sneaking cocktails by the pool
and longing, always longing;
the notion was fresh in Cheever's time but is now beyond stale.
Still, though, I feel it.
Some things never change.
"I can see you... your brown skin shining in the sun...
I see you walkin' real slow and you're... smilin' at everyone."
I'm wearing a sundress over a bikini, and I'm
"walkin' real slow and smilin' at everyone," and I feel
as if someone should be watching,
as if I should be someone's dreamgirl, some yearned-for crush;
but I am married with a baby now,
and those days of bittersweet longing are over.
Still, though, I feel it.Some things never change.