simply,
I don’t know where to begin
 
I’ve been writing
since I was ten,
in my pink, frail
diary 
 
I kept from the cold,
but not really
I am now twenty-three years old
twenty stubborn winters
three sunny-side up summers
 

where is my life heading?
…further
deeper…
 

sometimes
the world is just a myspace –
I know
I just don’t fit in
but sometimes
it’s all I’d ever wanted
Like when I’m in Giovanni’s arms:
I spin simple tears
like a spider in love
without him
sleeping next to me, 
 

wistful in the garden
I am sleeping beauty darkened


a light-year traveling
down the throat of this dusk city...
 
© 2011 Stefanie Almendarez