Date Nut
My momma had a date, but he just kissed her at the door, and said “Good night, sugar.” Went in, and left him there. “Don’t worry,” I came out from underneath the stairs, but I put out my cigarette when he pulled up. “She ain’t playing hard to get, she just don’t wanna come off as a slut on the first date. Don’t go home with your heart on.” “You say heart, or hardon?” “Either or, you ever heard of Leonard Cohen?” “No,” he didn’t say it Spanish like, or French. I’m not taking either one in school yet, but I got an A in English. 2Bs in my bra cups. “Who is he?” “Huh?” I looked up. “Oh, just some Jewish Singer.” I giggled, “He had this song called don’t go home with your …