Haunted Hooters
November 1, 2011 in Poetry, Scary!
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Today
it was a Hooters girl
with your smile.
One of the guys says
She looks evil.
Horns reach
for the sky
from the corners
of her lips
and for a moment
I forget
you are lost
to me.
Ni aqui.
Ni aya.
Ni comme ci comme ca.
Her face is long, though
and she teeters off
on legs
like thin clay sticks,
her long black curly hair
sweeping left and right
like curtains in
a pleasant autumn breeze.
Another one
has your angry
crossed arms.
Elbows out hard
trynna cold bone stab
a motherfucker.
She might as well
be leaning
against a car
shaking her head
at me.
She blows up
at wisps of hair
in her face
while she dries
the faux coconut bowls.
This is how
you haunted me
today.
