Spanish This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

September 5, 2010
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she says
My name's Mira
as she shuts our
front door
calm cool
and I nod
to her fake Crocs and
thick coffee hair

Eyes careful
I think she
knows why I
red and shaky

I am embarrassed
I want to say
yeah we eat at
McDonald's too
all the time
like you
like you

Mira's mom
she cleans the
floors so
hard and shiny
I feel small
standing over the
small woman
as she wipes my dust
and smiles

We listen to “Swan Lake”
in my room
music box whirring
and her lighter eyes
softly clench my
darker ones and she

I don't know
about you but
this sort of depresses

I want to
say me
too me too
but I keep quiet

And I wonder about
Spanish music
not sad droopy
but lights
gold hoops
like arms
legs spinning
hair waving

She will be having
a quinceañera
in four years

Eating quesadillas
dancing with boys
who are tall and
know how

And I know it is
I want her to
take me

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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otherpoet said...
Jan. 26, 2012 at 4:18 pm
I really enjoyed reading this! Your usage of imagery really captured the moment. I can picture the two of you on a bedspread, just listening to music. Who knew that such a simple moment could be so poetic?
MadyBoo said...
Jan. 26, 2012 at 11:36 am
I really like this poem.
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