As we entered the cinema, She discovered she’d forgotten her glasses, And panicked that she wouldn’t be able to follow the story in a blur. But most of the shots were close ups So she got the drift Just your typical English tale of A man taking acid by mistake at a funeral and trying to jump off the roof, While a dwarf did a sixty-nine with an old man in a coffin. When the film was over, we went outside Lightning was splitting open the night sky, so we ran, laughing Through the rain I felt so young and carefree Like I was nineteen. We went to a bar, she told me Her troubles with men When we walked home after the rain She said the smell in the air Reminded her of walking beside an Italian beach, the waves crashing Against the shore I said the wet Baltimore street in the lamplight didn’t exactly remind me of an Italian Beach But as she kept talking about it, suddenly I could see the waves, rushing Across the street, over the cars Lapping at our feet.
Who am I? Displaced Londoner now living in the States with my two little girlies and long suffering husband. Co-author of hilarious parenting book Cocktails at Naptime www.cocktailsatnaptime.com
My mom's an Austrian, my dad's a Brit, which makes me a Britaustrian, or possibly an Austrish?