Neighborhood Goddess. Poem by Juan Carlos Diaz

 

Neighborhood Goddess

By Juan Carlos Diaz

 

What is poetry but a brief

Glance at the neighborhood

Goddess as she sits across

From you on the school

Bus, a gaping hole, oozing out

Her innocence and childhood.

My eyes become portals that

Open up to oblivion,

Swallowing my face.

The goddess looks in

My direction and sticks her

Hands into those portals,

Absconding with my

Purity dripping down

Her hands and arms,

Leaving me in an

Empty heap of

Manhood.

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