Friday Night rewrite

Wookie Suit

When we had just finished trick or treating,
as we were sitting down in your kitchen,
you on the counter, me on the bench,
grinning triumphantly, loot bags bulging,
a layer of sweat under my wookie suit,
at the apex of our youth,

I thought of kissing you—

your angel hair shining,
wings translucent.

You blew a Dubble Bubble
and snapped it in your teeth.


And suddenly,
I wonder where fifteen years have gone.