70's Porno Music

Roper

Feb. 1. 1973

Beverly called a few days ago.

And she kept calling.

But at early hours of the morning when she knew I'd be asleep and wouldn't answer. But she kept calling. And calling.

Until finally one day at about 3 a.m. I answered. I only heard giggling for about a minute. A few sniffles.

She said my name like she was out of breath. Ro. Ro. Ro. Ro.

I asked what was wrong and why she kept calling. Her response was sweet and sincere.

"I want to get high with you."

I asked her if she was alone. She told me she wasn't it. It was her and her red light in the shape of a bunny. She talked about how cute it was and how she wanted me to meet her.

"It's a her. Her name is Baby. Baby the bunny. She lights up when you tap her back."

Bev told me about her bunny and where she bought it. A store downtown who's owner loved the Beatles. We talked for a long time. She told me her number. I wrote it down on the back of my song book.

I asked her out on a date. She said no. She doesn't do dates. She does not do love. I told her I felt the same. But this date wasn't going to be an actual date. Two strangers talking over a milkshake about Baby the Bunny.

That wasn't a date. Was it?

She agreed to meet me at Marty's. The best milkshakes in town. We were going to meet at a non date time. 4:17 p.m.

Four-seventeen. Four-seventeen. Four-seventeen. Four-seventeen.

She told me she felt warm and I wanted her to elaborate.

She said she felt it in her toes. After she got high. And it bubbled up her body and landed in her cheeks. She was warm. Especially when talking to me.

My voice was like a good dose of dope, supposedly. A dope that you couldn't get enough of and left you with a high that lasted a very long time.

She told me she really didn't understand why. She said especially when she could barely remember my face.

But I remembered hers. With her red lip stick and fanned eyeshadow.

She hung up on me. With a few more giggles and I could hear a faint sound like a light flicking off. She didn't say goodbye. Which I appreciated.

It told me she didn't believe in them.

I can't wait to see her. Hopefully with a smile on her face, telling me all about Baby and why she's warm.

Maybe I'll bring her flowers. Or maybe that's too much. She'll probably think I want to love her. But I'm itching to buy her flowers that match her lipstick. I just want to see her smile.

But this is no time to love. There is never a time to love. As much as I'd love her company I can't love her enough to let her stick around.