Tuesday, April 19, 2016

This poem (from my book Buried Alive) is  
written from the perspective of a high-
school girl.


The new boy from Costa Rica
wrote me a love poem
in Spanish.

Las abejas hacen el amor
                  a los flores
se emborrachan con el nectar
                  y se pierden en el aire.
Podria esta junto a ti
                  hora tras hora.
borracho con tus labios
con mis dedos perdidos
                  en tu pelo.

He handed it to me and left,
the Spanish teacher was out,
I don’t speak Spanish

so his poem stayed in my pocket
where it whispered to me
tender and mysterious
all the way home
on the bus.

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