Saturday, March 14, 2009

3.14.09

Ballad of a young lovers

she was married at five
by the sandbox
in grade school where they taught
the national anthem in English
and Espanol
her husband did not love her;
she loved him

to know love at age five
broke her
hard ;
it left her with broken
Ingles

No rings
No rice
Just sandbox sand

Had she waited twenty more years
To marry
This loveless man
She would be pregnant; but

No babies
No bars
Just sandbox sand because she was five

And her mother cleaned that boy’s
parent's house, on Mondays
On Newport Beach Cliff,

her mother knew
that was no boy for her
his muddy hands
always left muddy stains
on marble counter tops
and
his room was never clean

but
she couldn’t help loving
dirty boys
she just liked
how
his saliva kisses
left her cheeks so wet

so young they were
she’d whisper her love in espanol
to his waxy ears
he’d curse her with “eww”s about
her Spanish witch spells
so young they were
none the less ,
that is young lovers at their best


1 comment:

  1. what a sad poem.
    :(
    good luck on finals gina!

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