Indie Girl

from Fiction by Albert Alexander

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Bag lunch, turkey sandwich and chips
I finish off my milk and I lick my lips
And as I rifle through my papers to get ready for class
From the corner of my eye I see her waiting in line
To get fed
By the lady with the plastic glove
And she smiles as she takes her bread
Unaware that she's the target of
An imaginary love in my head
And she's carrying her tray to my slight dismay
To a table full of hipsters, some of whom are gay
'Cause she's progressive
Expressive
Protestive
But not aggressive
I wish that I could be that cool, but I'm not

Well, then I had a daydream
A daydream
My eyes glazed over and I believe
I imagined something like this

As she frowned into her french fries
She held one to the light
Then suddenly she squashed that fry
With all her leftist might
There was fire in her eyes
She grit her pearly teeth
She clenched her fist in fury
And she leapt up from her seat

"I've had enough!" she shouted out
And every student froze
"Let's all forget this shallow heartless place
By God, I've got to go! So c'mon"
She took my hand and whispered in my ear
"Well you know, secretly I've loved you since
That book report last year"
Then we ran out to her motorcycle
Small and sleek and fast
And we kissed the way you kiss
When you're abandoning your past

We were free
Yeah, free at long last
We were free
With the kind of kiss you only give
When you're abandoning your past
We were free
We were free
We were free
Then I woke up