Friday, July 17, 2015

The Pretty Cool Girl in Apartment 36.

The Pretty Cool Girl in Apartment 36
by james bezerra

With fruit-colored
tapestry of arm tattoo,


Dr. Who bumper stickers,
and waves of The Smiths


transmuted through her walls,
it is easy to love -


and never talk to -
the pretty, cool girl


in Apartment 36.
The whole building sags a sigh
when she goes away to work.
Wags a tail when her Camry


crosses back over
shimmering asphalt horizon


of Reseda Boulevard.
From behind plastic blinds


we all quietly wish that
the men she brings to the pool


would be a little
more interesting;


we have, after all,
exceedingly high expectations


for our pretty,
cool girl in apartment 36.


If all that tan
cold beauty


and bleeding hot aloofness
only buys her the attention


of us
and forgettable men,


then there is a flaw
in the formula


of the universe.
There is a bug


in the code
of everything.


There must be a glitch
in the matrix


which makes it
possible for her


only love to come
from the hidden,


the hopeless
and the reticent.

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