PRIMO
Posted: October 14th, 2013, 3:01 am
his brown deep eyes were like an elk- he had the tenacity - there was something about him- he spoke italian- he said 'come to italy'
his mother took me into a room with a white bedspread and a cross on the wall- she gave me a bracelet-it slipped right on- i felt like cinderella - and he was my prince-
i was young and impetous- i had two sons- life was beautiful- the yellows, the wine- the food- the way the ladies talked over the fence while hanging the laundry- while they pput the matresses in the windows and aired everything out before putting it back on the bed- marble floors that shine-polished and proud-
he was a man that everything he touched turned to gold- - i was somehow - the only thing that didnt match that perfect life-
he showed me how beautiful i could be- and i gave him the best that i had- but my best was never going to be good enough- i came from broken- and he - was something-
different- he kept his word- he loved me- he took care of me- i didnt think i deserved any of that-
it all went to my head- i became arrogant and selfish- i was not who i wanted to be- but i didnt know how to change-
so i did my best- i tried to be like the people i knew- i was a waitress at a bakery for whole year- he told me' 'i pay you to stay alone'
i loved him anyway
but i couldnt wait anymore- while he was in nigeria-
now he is -eating a whole bunch of pills after a liver transplant- and he talks with his other r men frenz-
and he has two beautiful sons that love him better than i ever could have- and i was the addict- i was the terrible one- and he was the benevolent- beautiful man that he is- women were not to be taken as equals- and i - was not having it-
i went to aa - i went a few places- only had children with one man- and i loved him- but i didnt do that the right way-
in the afternoons all the italian ladies would sew and iron the clothes they put on the line - that morning-
my sister came to visit-
she cried because one of the aunties fixed a hole in her underwear-
no one fixed our stuff when we were small
and no one can fix you when you were broken
even when you call-i wanted to be italian- but i was from california- and the first thing his mother said when she met the baby was 'where are the shoes?'
in california and hawaii we go barefoot-
i was a fish out of water
primo liked watching his mother and i trying to undertsand each other and once we did = he wished he had not= = i was supposed to 'follow him'
i couldnt do it- but i will never forget his eyes- his heart-
his mother took me into a room with a white bedspread and a cross on the wall- she gave me a bracelet-it slipped right on- i felt like cinderella - and he was my prince-
i was young and impetous- i had two sons- life was beautiful- the yellows, the wine- the food- the way the ladies talked over the fence while hanging the laundry- while they pput the matresses in the windows and aired everything out before putting it back on the bed- marble floors that shine-polished and proud-
he was a man that everything he touched turned to gold- - i was somehow - the only thing that didnt match that perfect life-
he showed me how beautiful i could be- and i gave him the best that i had- but my best was never going to be good enough- i came from broken- and he - was something-
different- he kept his word- he loved me- he took care of me- i didnt think i deserved any of that-
it all went to my head- i became arrogant and selfish- i was not who i wanted to be- but i didnt know how to change-
so i did my best- i tried to be like the people i knew- i was a waitress at a bakery for whole year- he told me' 'i pay you to stay alone'
i loved him anyway
but i couldnt wait anymore- while he was in nigeria-
now he is -eating a whole bunch of pills after a liver transplant- and he talks with his other r men frenz-
and he has two beautiful sons that love him better than i ever could have- and i was the addict- i was the terrible one- and he was the benevolent- beautiful man that he is- women were not to be taken as equals- and i - was not having it-
i went to aa - i went a few places- only had children with one man- and i loved him- but i didnt do that the right way-
in the afternoons all the italian ladies would sew and iron the clothes they put on the line - that morning-
my sister came to visit-
she cried because one of the aunties fixed a hole in her underwear-
no one fixed our stuff when we were small
and no one can fix you when you were broken
even when you call-i wanted to be italian- but i was from california- and the first thing his mother said when she met the baby was 'where are the shoes?'
in california and hawaii we go barefoot-
i was a fish out of water
primo liked watching his mother and i trying to undertsand each other and once we did = he wished he had not= = i was supposed to 'follow him'
i couldnt do it- but i will never forget his eyes- his heart-
