First (and Last) Date

First (and Last) Date

“Well I love music,” 
he said.

“Oh yeah, what kind? 
Wait, let me guess — 
algorithm and blues.”

“No,” he said,
not catching her joke,
whereupon
she rolled her eyes
like r’s,
but he didn’t notice.

"Everything, really.
What do you like?”
he said.

“Like to what?”
she said,
meeting his eyes again.
Hers had wandered off.

“Like to listen to,”
he said.

Not you, 
she thought.

“Birds,”
she said.