
Stay awhile with me, will you
This heart aches alone
I’ve saved for a white coffin
Never forget, never regret
You are a pretty one
Don’t rouge your lips with red
It gives us away
Say hi to Jose Maria Please forgive
Nowhere to go tonight
They can wait you know
There are plenty of them
Horny fucking babies
Not yet Papa, not yet
Someone needs to hear this
Come and get me later
We walk together if you want
Mary, not Thelma
Maria Magdalena
Forgive me, please
Is that you, Jose Maria?
How many have you had
I’ve fucked hundreds
Lesbians, boys, men and seniors
Just a job. It pays the bills
He said Satan is coming for me
Long white gown praying
I just fucked your bishop
No communion needed here Fuck the church
Oh, I was young once
I’d spit at people who’d call me ‘brat’
Teased friends to the top of an anthill once
Laughed at pained faces from ant bites
He shushed then lifted my skirt
You’ve no brains nor common sense
She’s gone, you’re my bitch now
I wasn’t even close to Ten then
I became aware when I was twelve
This face and body could stop time
Pen, paper and math were not crucial
Please forgive Is that Jose Maria?
Man in blue rented me sometimes
He liked them young, younger even
The slap of groin on thighs hurt
They were meant to help and protect
Not abuse this human system Fuck Blue Men
This loose, weather-beaten face
Wore high cheekbones before
I also wore syphilis and gonorrhea…. Please forgive
Idiots didn’t want to wear condoms
They found him slouched in a dark alley
Left eyeball hung like a yoyo in the wind
White shirt sprinkled with dime-red dots
His ashes confined in a plastic bottle
Teacher failed me though I passed
You don’t belong in school, you slut
Her home got firebombed one night
How are you doing in hell, Madam
I’ve been sweeping the streets to live
Since Fourteen I’ve learned to hustle
These girls in high heels and short skirts
Taught me everything like you from me
Oh, my dreams are but a few
School was mean but maybe a trade
Brown husbands come with green wives
I am ugly, cheap, no-class whore
I heard Papa’s footsteps last night
I’d hide when I feel him coming
Then I woke up from my nightmare
Wait, did you hear that, close the door
You must know about this child. A boy
I was twenty-five, carefree
Marco was this jeepney driver
He was a sweet but boring lover
His father was from London
We shacked up for three months
I stopped whoring and played house
My stomach began to grow
The bastard had a wife and kids
Bad fairytale. He had to leave
I didn’t want his wife to beat me
We were thrown out to the streets
For lack of rent, life and morals
It was the hardest decision
I’ve ever made in my life
Desperate, childless foreign couple meet
Hopeless young woman with a newborn
The nurse showed me Jose Maria
The couple stood hungry outside
A thick set of hair, button nose
Pink arms and legs waving in air
Eyes and hair belonged to Marco
The shape of the face was mine
How can one not fall in love
To a baby, your flesh and blood?
I can’t go back. To jail
Forgive me, please forgive me
You would have been Fifty by now
I always cry during June Tenth
Or to see a baby given to another
My breasts leaked fresh milk
For no one to suckle and grow
How I want to change that moment
This is not a world of maybes
But a dominion of certainties
Yesterday’s lost chances bore fruit
To an empty bowl of wishes
I’ve been rambling on too long
Any questions? Ah, you have to go
Don’t forget to beam up that smile
Come check on me tomorrow
Make sure you insist on condoms
Leave the door open this time
Please forgive me, Jose Maria
You’re my beautiful angel
I love you so much
Look, there’s a light
It’s getting brighter
Papa, you’re back
Oh
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