Remembering Merrian Poem by RIC BASTASA

she was fat and
(ugly) , thrived on
veggies, curly hair,
brown skin, had humps
at her back like a
camel, never like
bohemian rhapsody
until she died, alone
in her bed, away from
her mom, also sick in the
other room, beside their
old house a

santol tree, with falling
leaves, sounding an autumn,
upon a humid air, she liked
guitar, and a man, who never
came to his life, she
cried hearing

' i killed a man', which she
never really did,
until she died.