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