One sunny day, when the air was hot, she lay on the tarmac
felt the heat burn her face, while the gravelly bits stuck
to her cheek and poked her knees.
‘Come to eat,’ her mother hollered.
‘Oh, not again,’ she replied.
She turned on her back and watched the hard sky
blind her eyes with its brilliant white blueness.
How come mothers know so much?
Why are boys stronger than girls?
How can we live forever in heaven?
The sun beat down and she frowned at the sky,
(the brightness forced tears to escape each lid).
She made plans for the future (as she always did).
She would try to marry and she would not give birth (because of the pain)
and she would adopt and save the orphans of the world and
she would live with her parents and sleep in her room with the pale yellow walls.
And she would paint masterpieces
and she would not smoke, and she would abstain and she would
never do drugs and she would always pray
and she would be an agile gymnast and she would learn ballet
and she would always live in her room
with the pale yellow walls.
She stood up, with the sun still imprinted on her brain,
dusted her clothes, wiped her hands on her shorts
and walked into the house to eat her lunch.
People often wonder what happened to that girl.