THE LITTLE GIRL
FROM EL
PASO
I saw her wince in the sunlight, as if the
power of illumination was cutting her up,
or the Devil was a dentist, or something like that.
And then the red sportscar passed by her. She
was only here for 9 days; the rest was travel,
on each end. A two-week and simply northern
vacation for this little El Paso girl. We'd just
met when I realized her mother had been my
neighbor in 1998. What does one say to that?
Let it go, or bring it up and then try to explain?
Oh man, I'll never get these things straight.
Like the worm on the fisherman's hook,
I squirmed from myself just to try
and get away.
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