she answers to evangeline or hey girl
or listen when i am talking to you.
her cobblestone skin
is untouched by men
and even her own hands
call her a leper.
things whisper to her
and make her smile.
bad very dangerous
ideas lick their lips and
say "sweetheart, aren't we
tempting?"
and then she is gone.
the girl is damn quick,
lipstick messages of
call me
and such that really
mean i am vulnerable
and won't anybody love me?
empty cigarette packages
scatter on her bed and
in her laundry and
unnatural places.
she imagines her parents'
faces when they
find them.
she begs them to be
angry and to scream
but they seem far too
occupied with their
own dreams smoking
and she says mom i
need an abortion
and mother winks.
says "i guess he didn't
pull out quick enough
huh?"
she is not sure
what this means
but that doesn't keep
her from crying these
deep-throated moans
that even ghosts
find haunting.
and it is over soon.
her room emptied
out and the neighbors
saying she really wasn't
all that ugly they guess.
and the rest of her
is little and not evangelic.
so she signs
angie,
and listen when i
am talking to you-
Gold trophy winner
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