Of Guerrero Mexico Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The foyer of my house has a virgin too:
She is right there, and to her I give my blessings to you,
Alma:
And I light my candles like a witch in a cartoon,
While sumptuous airplanes circle the nipples of hot air
Balloons:
The sky is building up its clouds, and I actually sat with you
And ate lunch today:
I tried to get you everything that you wanted,
And I told you that you were the most beautiful girl in the
Building while the sky was falling down,
But I was not perturbed because it was not a lie:
A lie would be that your favorite color is purple, Alma,
Or that I did not buy you sun flowers today on the spot and on
The road,
Until I finally got back and found you waiting for me:
And I don’t want to give you a child anyways, to decorate the
Inevitable swing sets of the sunshine of graveyards:
Yes, a lie would be, Alma, that I cannot swim, and I don’t
Wish to do anything to you- Alma:
And I can cook, but I do not love you, and this is the only song
I have to sing for you tonight, or any other night for that
Matter,
Alma: Alma Delia Mojica of Guerrero Mexico.