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"If I were the Angel of Death I would get rid of Guy X, because Guy X keeps putting himself all over Girl P like a cheap throw" --Sean Taylor

If I were the only poet in the great wide universe
Only four boys would have poems!
Five.
Eight maybe.
Four poems about boys and their wonderful ways!

My friend Victoria knows this,
she makes a love of as many men she can, as many.
She travels the world and writes them all down in a big brown book,
anarchizing in Oregon.
Coming home,
looking every bit the farm girl Bottocelli Madonna,
muse of the great yoga Italian Renaissance.

She has spent our school year living in trees
and subsistence henna growing.
She jumps our a moving vehicle onto my neck in the middle of summer,
"Guess what?! I had sex!"
She screams,
ushering the end of our "Virgins Who like Prince" Club with a jolt.
She has written a book.

There is a man for every poem Victoria has loved in,
all the crushed incensed pages.
There was the 50 year old biker man with silver long curly hairs.
He would ride past the pie shop that makes Vegan pies
where Victoria put on all her late spring weight in.

How she eyed him as he cam up to the corner,
pulling coins from this shoe
to purchase two raisin tarts in an unbleached cotton bag.
How his muscled legs broke out from underneath his sliding sock.
How lovely his calves, curls tickling the backs of them, must have tempted her,
and she smiles.

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copyright Shayla Lawson
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My contribution to the "SL Video Project" in which we were each assigned a poem to interpret in film. Thanks to my friends Niccolo', Maria Christina, Vanessa, Caitlin and Ki who agreed to be in the video.

Category:

Film & Animation

Tags:

• poem
• Rome
• youth
• vegan
• pies

[diegoforlansheadband]

this poem is absolutely beautiful! great idea!