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The most villified woman in out neighborhood

 

The most vilified woman in our neighborhood was Eli. 

She was raised in an orphanage.

We all knew, but we hadn’t seen 

Eli circulating nude at home 

without panties at all, 

shameless,  

and ward boys guarded every evening 

on the terrace of the opposite block 

to see Eli without her panties through windows 

with that beautiful thing bared 

and her jutted out breasts as fresh apples.

One day, someone had written on her door,

"Eli, I want to fuck you"

There yelled Camille, Lilly and Jia.

They took rags, swept off and scoured Eli’s door 

Shameful, what the kids would read.

O Lord, what woman they had in their palace 

and they closed within a few hours their husbands. 

And there was a day 

that Eli went abroad forever 

and there sprung a great tranquility.

Finally, the mothers of boys got rid of her

The whore went away, they said, that's it.

On the terrace of the opposite block

remained some small footprints 

and boyish craving waiting for Eli 

to appear naked as before 

with that beautiful and bared thing.

One day we will get on the train

 

One day 

we will get on the train

We will sit silently inside windows 

in drawn faces and aging bodies 

without shoulders 

and will wait whistle arrival at the station and

then detrain out of sight

and move to a place with soft soil

we will find a small house as a body 

and lie down 

and our heads throughout on a pillow of stone, 

with empty pockets.

At that moment will fly over the open roof 

a flock of dreams in colors that we did not apprehend.

We will lengthen our eyesight, 

but we will feel like a weak plant 

with curved body 

that is ready to be surrender to the land.