First Date
by Katrina Robinson
ice cream sinks along my side jaw
an old creamery,
but too much sugar,
not enough cream.
we laugh, pause.
your father died young as well,
but at home,
when you were sleeping in
the next room.
we bike in the dark,
arrive at the foundry.
They're getting ready for a steel pour.
mythic, dark dinosaur engines
growl, tighten,
dissolve into heat.
our transformation.
