by Jennifer Lawson Zepeda
Friday, October 22, 2010
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Today I wondered...
as the shrews wagged tongues.
Seated alone in my room, hearing my name;
watching my dog's mouth form vowel sounds
I wished I understood.
Toying with the shadows in the room --
naming them; wondering which food created
grease spots on those blue, blue walls.
Wondering if her colchoneta was worth it
as he lied to me.
I'm a lone child, eyes stinging,
waiting to be picked for the team.
Nicole, I cry. Nicole, Nicole, Nicole!
Bitch, tramp, whore!
The women he wants otra vez.
I read her name over and over
and over. Write it next to his;
scratch it out and write it again.
And hear those shrews laughing.
loud enough for my ears.
Estas loca, he says. She's just a
friend. I see a circle of friends
throwing daggers at my heart
laughing, laughing, merrily
killing me inside as my dog licks my tears.