Chicano Poet

Friday, October 31, 2008

Day Of The Dead

I miss the dead as if they were my lovers,
I comb my hair for them,

I brush my teeth for them, put on deodorant for them,
put on clean underwear for them,

I make sure I’m on my best behavior,
even though they are gone.

I miss the dearly departed
as if they were my lovers,

I want to please them,
whatever it is they want,

I smile and put to shame
the most thoughtful lover ever.

...Don Juan, Valentino, Cassanova...
you're outta here!


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