Sunday, January 2, 2011

MMM Black cherry, ram-a-lam

Foreseeing all kinds of adversities she taught her to communicate in sign language, and indispensable strategy in forbidden love.
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I loved someone much younger than me once.
So much younger that I knew it was a wrong thing,
and did not tell him.

I moved my feet
in circles
and figure eights.
I put on more lipstick as I drove
to drop him back at his house
where his mom was waiting.
He cried when accidentally
we went to different libraries
and he sat there waiting for an hour alone.
I curved my back,
in front of everyone,
touched my own cheek when the music said to,
bent my knees like heroin melting,
and he was on the side watching.
In the car he said the lipstick was too dark for me.
I didn't come inside.

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