Adopted,15-year old Cindy
(Oma's only daughter)
recently discovered
her captivating charm
over boys-
learned they'll perform stunts-
as if she had a remote controller
in her bra.
Oma's distraught.She gleans
Cindy's hormones are roiling.
"Don't you think foolish thoughts;
there's plenty of time
for play when you're grown."
Cindy nods and dries dishes,
green eyes glistening-
knows how to schmooze mom.
Cindy grows two bra sizes
& Oma is beside herself
rifles Cindy's drawers,
sniffs her soiled panties suspiciously,
will jerk Cindy out of school
if she finds a condom-
rushes every pill found
to a druggist for analysis.
Cindy adores loopy things
boys do for her: showing
off or brutalizing one another.
Six-footers spring back flips
into deserted mine shafts
for her smile.
She struts;thinks half the junior boys
star her in their wet dreams.
Oma stalks Cindy
like a hunter sniffing
dried dung & eyeing broken weeds.
Her daughter isn't
her daughter
& Oma's obsessed with the notion
Cindy's hell-bent on continuing
a family tradition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem