Influence

I never drank Mountain Dew
until you swore it was the beverage of the gods
and I’d die if I went another minute
without chugging an icy, cold glass.
I never watched professional soccer
until you forced me to endure game after game
as you gave me back rubs on your cold basement floor.
I never listened to underground punk or ska
until we drove with the top down
and blasted The Indecisives through your dad’s $1,500 sound system.
So I’m sitting here sipping my daily dose of sweetened caffeine
with the afternoon soccer game on mute
so I can hear my new Mustard Plug cd flowing from the speakers,
thinking about how I like you in a way
that has nothing to do with soda.


Erin Fenton

©2002

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