Allie & Noah Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Let me introduce to you
The game of the liars.
(Trust me, they’re
Adept at this.)

Spark after spark,
Breath after breath,
Twinge after twinge,
There are just
Two inseparable bodies.
It’s as if
They were crafted
By the aesthetics and
Preferences of the gods.

Such whimsical fiction,
Nevertheless the patrons
Believed.
And at some point,
Sitting on a suede couch,
Coiled to a lover,
Watching this ridiculous montage
Of perfection (at the verge
Of tears and insanity) ,
I believed it, only
To make myself open
For more inconsistencies,
More stolen photographs -
Even more, in a vicarious state
Of being.

The author of this
Pristine tale, of flawless normalcy
Must be pleased with his
Hands and wit -
And he would
Smoke his celebratory cigar,
And drink his celebratory wine
With his celebratory face saying,
”I have fooled millions.”

You didn’t fool me good enough
With reason and justice.

What I mean here
Is,
What are the odds
Of this, happening?
What are the odds of two
Bodies catching fire, bring
Such perfection amid the
Travesty and maladroitness?

What I despise about this
Is that too many people believe,
And too many people insist
In pretending so.
Regardless:

Teenagers,
Boys,
Girls,
Post-adolescent junkies,
Church boys,
Mall girls,
Every kind

What I am bothered most is
That, in these small tales,
Everybody is swoon over
By the eagerness of staying forever,

When they can’t
Even stay beside a lover
For more than just 8 years.

Fools.
Idiots.
You could have fooled me.

Time for my celebratory cigar,
Celebratory wine,
Celebratory face.