one dose of coke

the girl wasn’t too pretty,

short legs, small breasts, thin ass

round narrow shoulders.

big gap between her up front teeth

and when she was smiling,

not often,

I was getting the feeling that, through the rift,

a murmur was calling me

to enter inside her mouths cave.

which I wouldn’t have done

because I don’t like grottos

and their organisms.

her eyes weren’t blue, not even green.

and she was biting her fingernails,

stopping only at sight of her own blood.

but she was the best girl I ever met.

she was almost a boy.

running fast as a huns arrow.

when we were playing hide and seek,

she was always finding us all,

no matter the good spot we got.

oh, her eagle-like eyes!

she didn’t want to fight with us

even didn’t want us to fight,

because she was just a girl.

no matter how hard she tried,

couldn’t understand that’s how we learn

to survive into the world.

nevertheless, few times she brawled with some.

I saw then she loves to punch the heads.

you didn’t know if the beaten boys

were more frightened of:

her clenched fists or her devilish eyes.

one day, we were sharing a dose of Coke.

her uncle was sailor and brought it from abroad.

we were passing between us slowly

like bigger boys passing joints.

the taste was great!

the day was almost done, the red sun above the city,

at West side,

silence on the block’s roof and none

willing to say more

because all that we were having that moment

was just enough.

but then she asked: would you want us to be blood brothers?

so we cut ourselves with my penknife,

then we held tight our right hands for a while.

that was much better than the juice.