when I was just 12 years old or so, I went to
see Lolita at the movie house in Ithaca, NY.
there was some debate about me getting in,
but I was with a grown up. a beautiful woman
named Lynette. I thought she was beautiful
and I don't think it was just my imagination.
she was maybe 22. very grown up. an adult.

I had gone to visit her at Cornell University
for the weekend. my parents said it was OK.
it wasn't my idea, but I was happy to go. she
was so pretty. something about that made me
wonder as I lay trying to sleep that night.
why did she take me to that movie? was she
trying to tell me something? I was too shy
to ask her whether... well, you know.