one-night corn stand

Shucking that bent ear of corn reminded her
of the time she had ended up on the floor
with her college roommate. It was a one-time-
only affair, by mutual consent, she thought,
involving much booze in multiple taverns,
as really only college girls can pull off,
followed by running mad through a rainstorm,
then by shucking clothes and common sense:
he was her friend, confidante, and champion.
She suffered rug burn; they never spoke of it.
She hoped he wouldn't read her poem, although
she especially enjoyed fresh corn-on-the-cob.