Allan Dow
At 17
Funny-looking
A sardonic smile
Captive to a hope
Found flight appealing
Cynically attempted to exploit both-flight and hope
He fought her
Not that he wanted to
But because he couldn’t leave her alone.
At 17
A students
Disfigured by A’s as if by acne
He walked with her
Suddenly she kissed him-long and arduously
Til his back ached from bowing
The 2 parted into the black night
Now Allan Dow knew
How to bury a humiliation-in the body of a woman
This puzzled him
Allan Dow tossed restlessly
Eva Santiago copyright 2013
Altered Book: Exploring Literature/Lynn Altenbernd
