Roma

Roma

A Poem by Molly Garnet

In a bar in Rome today,
I fell in love with an Irish boy.
I was drinking Guinness
and he seemed impressed
and pulled chairs up for my family.
My father offered him a pint,
and the boy asked for Guinness
and his brogue caught my heart.
My father tried to talk to him
about America and how we were the best
and I, always ashamed of arrogance,
stared at my hands
while the boy stared at me.
He asked me questions
about myself
and I didn't know what to say.
No one ever asks me anything,
but he did.
I answered honestly
and my father kicked me under the table.
I avoided answering the questions then,
but the boy was curious.
He wanted to know me.
No one ever wants to know me,
but he did.
What did I want to do
Want to study
What were my dreams
Questions my father couldn't be bothered with.
I wanted to ask the boy those same questions,
because I was curious, too,
and I wanted to know him
and his dreams,
but my father wouldn't have it.
America is number one,
and no one likes Europeans anyway.
America, America, America.
I got the boy's first name
and he got mine
and we'll never speak again.

© 2013 Molly Garnet


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Hmmm......I notice that work gets more cynic by the eye draws on every line.
great work and i love how your'e endings wrap up everything

Posted 11 Years Ago


Molly Garnet

11 Years Ago

thank you very much
I love your voice very original you make the characters interesting and say so much like a short story . Lovely write.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Molly Garnet

11 Years Ago

Thank you the lovely review and enjoying my writing
I enjoyed the poem. Those small conversations are important. I like the location and the good discussion. I like her internal thoughts in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago



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