What She’s Got

{1987}

Not a whole lot
of sense, too much sensibility,
the ability to do the splits but
not split when he is less than all.

A boombox and some Air
Supply and a place to cry,
alone. A phone
that doesn’t ring when she
wants it to, bring her the
things she thinks she needs.

Some legwarmers,
but nothing to un
-cool her heart, restart
her soul. Some Polaroids.
A bulletin board full of words
she hopes.

She dreams
in color – denim,
taffeta, sunset. And yet,
she wakes
to tears.

She sports a cheer
uniform
(or two), the moody
blues of
(weird)Al
-gebra and the Rubaiyat
of Omar Khayyam. An old type
-writer. A dozen journals. Too
many pens.

She’s about to get
some things she lacks
(a raise, some praise)
,
but not
(for quite some time, still)
her groove
back.

 

..

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5 Responses to What She’s Got

  1. Shawna says:

    De, I am FREAKING OUT over this poem!!! Yes yes yes! This is exactly what I wanted. 🙂 You are just so dang awesome! Please write more of these. Channel some more teenaged days, please. I am really so very enamored of this. It really shows off all your best assets: your ear for rhyme and rhythm, your genius line breaks, your word splits (and real splits).

    Boy do I know this well:
    “when he is less than all.
    A boombox and some Air”

    So gorgeous:
    “She dreams
    in color – denim,
    taffeta, sunset.”

    Ahhh, this is so fulfilling to read. Thank you!!!

  2. erbiage says:

    Oh this brushed me a few times and finally swept me away!

    Sent from my iPhone

    >

  3. I love this.. so much of those days… so much to remember… somehow too many pens really made me remember the girls of my teens…

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