Wild Child

Wild Child

Friday, April 13, 2012

sharks in the rivers

     As a "Queens" girl I've never viewed myself as a city girl, although many would beg to differ. If you're from anyone of the five boroughs you're a city kid. There's no denying or hiding in Ana the reflection of her environment within her poetry. I enjoyed how she touched on the simple aspects of daily life. This is my second contemporary poetry book. I definitely connected with her loneliness, sadness, wanting to abandon her immediate environment, and craving for so much more. Her poetry somehow gave me comfort in knowing that I'm not the only individual that has deep layers of sentiment. Sentiments she gracefully  simplifies and complicates in poetic words and imagery. It feels natural, easy and deep. I enjoyed her unique writing style. I recommend this book. There may not be many books I will not recommend, but that is because I am falling in love with poetry. Open to change always, makes me open to others voices and with that new knowledge, how will that altar my own voice? Curious...

My favorite poem...

"Crush" 

Maybe my limbs are made
mostly for decoration-
the way I feel about
persimmons. You can't
really eat them. Or you
wouldn't want to. If you grab
the soft skin with your fist
it somehow feels funny,
like you've been here
before, and uncomfortable
too, like you'd rather
squish it between your teeth
impatiently, before spitting 
the soft parts back up
to linger on the tongue
like burnt sugar or guilt.
For starters, it was all
an accident; you cut
the right branch
and a sort of light
woke up underneath, 
and the inedible fruit
grew dark and needy.
Think crucial hanging.
Think crayon orange.
There is one low, leaning
heart-shaped globe left
and dearest, can you
tell, I am trying 
to love you less.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 8 The ending


We slip in unnoticed…
I begin to get nervous from excitement…
We walk up one level and it’s lit with colored bulbs so it’s dim…
We wait to listen, no one’s coming and on one’s around…
We look at each other and start frantically kissing…
He’s a good kisser and I’m getting aroused quickly…
He unties my corset and rubs my breasts greedily…
I unzip his pants, rub him and play with him until he’s rock hard…
I push him down on the stairs so he’s sitting…
I remove my leggings and expose myself completely…
He reaches for me but I make him grab me with my back facing him…
He rubs my breasts and plays with my nipples…
I lean back to sit on his lap…
He guides himself into her…
I moan in delight, he moans in triumph…
I let him lean back and relax; I take control of the motions…
He can barely contain himself…
She’s already been unrepressed, the minute she landed on him…
I hold onto the side rail of the stairs to support myself…
With the thumping base of the music from outside the stairwell, I maintain that beat as I rock our world…
Quickly and undeniably she looses control and comes…
 As he feels her release, he then quickly and undeniably looses control and erupts…
I keep moving around because it amuses me to challenge his sensitivity…
He grunts from it…
I lean back and gasp…
  Then laugh heartily that we got away with this, without being caught…
As if he sensed what I was thinking…
He chuckles and says, “I’m bringin’ sexy back, them mother fuckers don’t know how to act”…
I start waving my arms around to his song…
“Come let me make up for the things you lack”…
“Cause you’re burning up I got to get it fast”…
“Come here girl”…
“Go head be gone with it”…
“Get your sexy on”…

Monday, April 9, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 7


Especially how he’s reacting to my every move…
He’s digging me…
I’m digging him too…
I’m sweating now and my hair is getting wet…
I fling my hair around and wave my arms around…
He keeps my pace, and he’s got rhythm…
He’s wearing loose jeans…
It hides his physique…
I can tell he’s fit though…
He’s so damn cute; I put my arms on his shoulders….
He pulls me in closer to him, I smell him and it makes me want him…
I lean my face into his and kiss him…
He responds, kissing me back intensely as we keep moving…
I suck his bottom lip while I hold onto his neck…
He grabs my ass and pushes it against his groin…
I feel he’s excited and now I want him more…
I pull back, look at him again and then smile…
I reach in and whisper in his ear, “Let’s find a private spot”…
He nods in agreement…
I take the lead and grab his hand so I don’t lose him in the crowd…
We walk along the perimeter of the floor…
I don’t know this club too well so I keep hawking every angle of the place…
He yanks on my arm and I look back at him…
He tilts his head so that I follow his lead now…
He must see some place we can go…
It’s a door to a stairwell and the person watching guard is distracted…

Friday, April 6, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 6


Starting to feel relaxed, from the tequila…
Feel like dancing again…
“You wanna dance?” I ask…
“Let’s do this”, he says…
He grabs my hand and guides me to the floor…
It’s crowded on the dance floor…
Can barely dance, bumping into people…
Ooooh yeah! Sexy back starts playing…
I let loose…
He follows suit…
I start shaking my booty hard core…
Into the beat…
It’s a remix no less…
I turn my back to him…
Sway my hips back and forth…
Rubbing up against his front side…
He says to me, “you got a sexy back”…
“Do I now? You like my J Lo booty?”…
“Yeah I do, all women should have a booty like that”…
“Who wants women like those skinny models?”…
I keep dancing, acting like I barely hear him…
I’m flattered and he makes me smile but I still have my back to him so he doesn’t see…
I turn around and move in close…
Really close, rubbing against him…
He puts his hands on my hips and keeps them there while we dance…
I stare at him and it almost feels like we’re alone…
Tuning people out and focusing on his body language…

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 5


“You couldn’t ask for a better wingman”…
“He’s cute, was a marine, 40 and single”…
“He so likes you, it’s obvious”…
The waiter quickly brings my tequila…
I respond, “I don’t know. I just don’t know”…
“I think you need to go for it!”…
Waiter comes back with my drink…
LL is looking at me, waiting for a response…
I don’t even bother with the lime and salt this time, I just drink it quickly…
“I don’t know, we’ll see” I say…
“You better get his number or I will!”…
“He’s coming and I think I’m going to find someone to dance with. See ya!”…
She shakes her booty all the way to the dance floor…
He parks himself next to me…
We just look at each other…
Almost, not sure of what to say…
A bit of awkward silence passes…
“I just want to apologize for my friend, she’s been trying to set me up with guys”…
“I don’t believe what she said”, he replies…
“What, that I’m single?”…
“Yeah”…
“It’s true, really”…
“Was it recent? He asks…
“Last summer”…
“You’re too fine to be alone”…
“Thanks”, I blush…

Monday, April 2, 2012

The Wingman's Doing: Part 4


“Are you single?”…
He replies, “Yeah”…
Then he laughs, “I guess I’m scared of getting married even though I’d like some kids one day”…
My eyes open up, been there done that, I think. Don’t want any more kids…
LL then says, “My friend here is single you know. Besides, you’ve got plenty of time your young”…
He replies, “That’s what everyone says, but I look younger then I am”…
“Really, how old are you?”…
“40”…
She looks at me thinking, perfect age for you…
She has a massive grin on her face…
Not caring…
I can’t believe what she’s doing right now….
I look down because now I’m embarrassed…
Still smiling, but embarrassed…
It sort of seems like an awkward moment…
But I can’t tell if he’s embarrassed, interested or not…
LL says, “You may need to watch out though, Caramel is a tough cookie”…
“Tough enough, to handle a marine?”…
“Marine, huh?”, as LL looks at me and raises her brow in approval…
He’s says, “will you excuse me for a second. I’ll be right back.”
And walks away…
“Can I get another shot of tequila?” I ask the waiter…
“What are you doing? I yell at her…