Poem: adrienne garcia
Notes on Desire
I fell in love for the first time
in first grade. Her name was Dani.
Dani with an I. I waved to her every day
but could never talk.
She never talked either
but always waved back.
In the mornings when our class lined up,
we’d spend a moment
voiceless and waving.
My lover holds whiskey with all her fingers wrapped around it.
She handles the bills for the apartment.
My lover makes sure we always have good cheese.
She uses we statements when talking to strangers.
My lover uses lavender incense and chime candles.
She grabs my hips and says “this.”
My lover stays up late.
She gets into bed when I am already dreaming.
We’ve been keeping a secret, those of us who
love flowers. It’s behind the tongue
(where we keep the pollen). It’s a mixture.
A little bit of tulip, a little bit of rose, slipped behind the teeth.
Jasmine on the tips of our noses. The smell is wonderful.
Flowers can bloom all year if you
bring them inside.
about the writer: adrienne garcia
Adrienne believes that poems, if done right, can be life altering. She spends her extra time trying to create those poems. She has taken creative writing classes at MCC and is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in English at BHCC in Boston.