You call me a liar
        for saying you’re beautiful.

I don’t know what else to say
        except that I think you look like
        one of Robert Crumb’s girls
              curvy,
              strong,
              a little hairy,
              red-haired,
              bursting with energy.

Talking online,
        I knew you were fun,
        smart,
        hilarious,
                but that’s not when I fell for you.

When you showed up
        at the bowling alley 
        wearing a dress—
        lips painted bright red—
                my nerves took over.
                I became a cartoon
                        hearts in my eyes,
                        tongue on the floor.

                You were my Crumb girl
                        and I was your Fritz the Cat.