Tonight's Poet Corner: Same Time Next Week
Same Time Next Week by Belinda Roddie I met my girlfriend at a strip mall dojo, watching her as she karate chopped a cinder block. We went out for Thai food after I swiped my blue belt, and she complimented me on how well I handled spicy curry. Somehow, I found her concentration on the little things so alluring, and the way she bent my arm back was super sexy. I had always wanted a girl I could take on in a fight. It was even better when I lost.