Sitting in a parking lot,
overlooking a moon-lit lake
with ducks crossing the street,
Cher singing about
how love made
all of her favorite scars.
An eight-course Indian dinner
in Styrofoam container plates
and cups
and plastic bags
spread all over the dashboard
and the seats
and the cupholders
and the center console
because the restaurant was closing
in 10 minutes.
A full moon,
a leopard-print dress,
and four-inch heels.
Sometimes
you just get
the perfect
birthday dinner.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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