Cherry Cherry Chica #1 : The Golden Comb

30" x 15" x 1.5"

Acrylic on Canvas

In a Plateaued Orchard

I Was in My Teens

A Man Gave Me a Job

His Years Were Not Green

 

I Met a Mexican Girl

Her Skin and Form Were Fine

Told Me She was Migrant

Would be Leaving in Time

 

Five Years My Elder

Couldn’t Give Her My Heart

I Knew She Would be Leaving

Tearing My World Apart

 

She Gave Me a Golden Comb

To Remember Her Grace

It Made the Old Man Angry

 I Could See it on His Face

 

His Green Eyes Were Raging

Desires of the Flesh

He Craved that Cherry

Their Ages Didn’t Mesh

 

She Was Only Nineteen

He Was a Rusty Can

Some Would Say He Was

A Dirty Old Man