Trixie and I immediately hit it off
at the karaoke bar that we met.
she was always down to take a drive around the city–
no matter how early or late it was in the morning.
Trixie was fearless.
She’d crash any party,
loved getting a taste,
appreciated good music, and
worked for a video game company.
There was genuine love between us:
platonic, but with a tinge of sexual curiosity.
I think it was our laughter that kept getting in the way
of us getting it on.
We just liked spending time together
And just wanted to see the other person happy.
Had it been any other night
that we tried to hook up
Perhaps it would’ve been something more celebratory
rather than consolatory.
I’m glad that she stepped in and said she wasn’t ready
because it may have made for some sad balling
steeped in confusion; full of false starts and delay of games.
We salvaged the weekend by driving up the coast
to Monterrey and Pebble Beach; listening to Ween
and stopping every so often
for whatever snack we had a hankering for.
Later that night,
she kissed me goodbye
at the San Jose Caltrans station
and I never saw her again.
I knew it wasn’t meant to be because
Trixie couldn’t cook eggs worth a damn.
But Trixie was a damn good friend.
I wish I still knew her.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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