Of, From


I was a teenage preposition.

First day of Sra. Caughman’s Spanish 2 class, 1987:
“De? Just one ‘e’?”
Si, Señora.”

As in from: a little podunk town in southern Nevada called Pahrump.
As in of: words, tears, cheers, fears, song and silence.

(loosely translated)
Covered in: Electric Blue Boogaloo mascara, Aqua Net,
and a newly acquired letterman’s jacket.
Not yet quite over: Jason Anderson, two seats to the left, one row over.
Working through: self esteem issues, the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

Heading into senior year,
heart on sleeve from day one;
soon to find out what she’s made of.

Written for Poetic Asides.

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5 Responses to Of, From

  1. Shawna says:

    I misread the first line as “I was a teenage proposition.” 😛

    Dude, this poem is crazy creative. I love it! Tell me more; tell me more!

    I love the snarky way you broke the “rules” in the last sentence by ending with a preposition, the very one your name represents. 🙂

  2. DELL CLOVER says:

    Oh My, this is way clever!!!

  3. This brought back memories – though it was never me with a letterman’s jacket! But lots of Aqua Net in hopes!
    I agree that this is very creative!

  4. Kir Piccini says:

    I love you my friend. Love this and the story it told.

    What you are made of? BADASS!

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