My Cardboard Balcony

Fake ID by Belinda Roddie They dragged me out for using fake ID, because I wanted to be anyone else but me.

We went to the cinema two by two, and we each got a bucket and a bottle and a brew. We nestled in the cushions while the screen went white and looked forward to the feature presentation that night. We ate popcorn and pretzels and grinned with the salt glistening on our teeth while the actors onscreen waltzed.