Busy Mind#17

Ramona

Empty glasses in her hands

Some old monogrammed ice pick

It’s icy out

She comes forward with more drinks

With each downed drink-she gets hard as nails

Pauses to drink-raises her glass to think

She slides off her couch

And onto her knees

Looking under the table for her keys

Front door suddenly flies open

Wake up! Wake up!

“Ramona?”

“Mama?”

Ramona is awake!

“I was a nice girl,” she pleads,” Wasn’t I?”

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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Altered Book: Nine Stories/J.D.Salinger

Busy Mind #16

Banana Fish

Sex is fun-or hell

A ringing phone

Hello?

Why hasn’t he called her?

They want four hundred dollars

Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948

Those German poems

Penned by the only poet of the century

Word of honor

In The ocean Room

His wife was horrible

A raving maniac

He needs the sun

Sea glass Beach is his retreat

“Not in my face Baby,” He said.

“Come a little closer,” She said.

He is Capricorn

She is Pisces

“Wanna catch a banana fish?” He asked.

He disrobes down to his swim trunks

The 2 walk down to the ocean

A perfect day for banana fish

Here comes a wave.

Don’t be a God damned sneak!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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Altered Book: Nine Stories/J.D.Salinger