The rectangular cardboard milk
Corners cooly, smoothly in my hand as
White clouts puff like flowing silk
Into my caffienated tea, my warm smooth ceramic
Of frenetic, stale energy,
Of staring uncomprehendingly--eyes propped open, brain propped up--
At a jumble of long-suffering lines and letters on the page.
I memorize the doodles best:
A smiling, sweet girl with a spaghetti strap and necklace;
Hughes' "Suicide's Note" with a watery illustration;*
A lost youth staring, mouth open, words beside him on the page:
"Lo siento, pero no quiero ir contigo
No se que puedo decirte
Mi mundo de amor esta rompando"**
Bella luna mia--countless times in countless binders...***
And once, unexpected, amidst Pearl and the Scarlet Letter:
You can go back to a place but not a time.
My brain nudges towards my work again,
but it's like trying to roll a life-sized rock up a hill.
Mi mundo de amor...****
I take another swig of tea and start reading again.
*"Suicide Note" goes like this: The calm,/Cool face of the river/Asked me for a kiss. I'm not suicidal, it's just a pretty poem.
**Translation: "I'm sorry, but I don't want to go with you/I don't know what to tell you/My world of love is breaking..." I had just been asked to the semi by a guy I didn't like.
***Bella luna mia (My lovely moon) is a poem I found on the web about unrequited love that I've fallen in love with.
****Mi mundo de amor=my world of love
This week, I forefeited emotions for exams...