If I was to meet a girl, she could only be from Mesa a waitress at a coffee shop on East Apache Trail She would enjoy her work, but hope for something better something more applicable to her degree in Cryonics I would spend 8 hours, at Sky Harbor Airport reading a magazine and closely watching the time She would approach, our eyes locking intently and the patrons of the terminal would form a chorus line The music would be, from the movie "Risky Business" and the finale would be like the musical "Oklahoma" With pistols in the air, we would spill into the center and after we stop, she would miss her plane to Cleveland We would move to Oracle, living with a preacher and spend our days searching for Edward Abbey's gold I would write a novel, about the sex life of sea horses and she would sell fudge to the Pennsylvanian tourists As we grew older, we would write each other letters and tell tall tales about 60's folk singers The windows would be clouded, the sky would be purple and we would uproot yuccas in the shade of the moon When I grew withered, she would steal my favorite jacket and run away with a latin dance instructor But I would just smile, while driving back to my apartment and sleep well knowing that I had won in The end.