you made your way in
with a pair of gloves today
picked out some crispy toasts
and waited for them by your spot.
i heated them up just for you
carried them to the table just for you
put aside a cup of steaming tea
with a note that read "just for you
Africa"
but you ate just the toast
crumpled the paper and
stomped to my cooking spot.
your icy tone spat to my frown
you gritted the words "wrong girl"
and lurched to my hands the wintry
cup of tea,
the same i had made for you just before.
maybe i should have named you
Alaska
after all.
YOU ARE READING
I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoesíaI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
