Even cold popcorn can't compete with this.
The way your hand grips your cup and your teeth dent the straw
and your whole being seems lifted up and away among the stars.
You bite your lip and peer up through your bangs, groping for the last milkdud as the theme music
and your face bursts back into familiarity with the rolling of the credits.
'That was great, Mom', you say, and hop down, ready to
kick ass on the video games in the lobby.
You've been the best date I've had in ages. Wanna go out next weekend?