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By Sandra Cisneros Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Jun 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.09.21.00.25673]] |
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And what if you don't arrive? And what if you do? I'm so afraid I cross my fingers, make a wish, spit. You're new. You can't hurt me yet. I light the candles. Say my prayers. Scent myself with mangoes. I like the possibility of anything, the little fear I feel when you enter a room. I haven't a clue of the who of you. And what if you do like me? And what if you do? I can't think. Dress myself in slinky black, my 14-karat hoops and my velvet spikes. Smoke two cigars. I'm doing loopity loops. Listen- cars roar by. All night. I'm waiting for the one that stops. All my life. Listen- Hear that? Yikes. |