Asiatic version of Leo DiCaprio
at fourteen
He wafted a scent of drugstore hairspray
fragrancing the air about him
His footsteps like an earthquake
rocked the ground by my feet
I dared not look up
as the yearbook he held in his hand
slammed against my desk
With trembling hands
I opened the book to sign
wondering what he saw in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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