The Game Is Over.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this May
we are supposed to fly
to Las Vegas
visit Hollywood and
Disneyland and

have fun with cousins
Liclic and Rodin
perhaps we will cook
the best adobo
and then we eat outdoors
under the summer sun
under the trees
and look at the panorama
of west coast

we changed plans
we stop in L.A. then
we go to Mexico

i dislike it actually
but my wife insists
she knows that you are
there having married
a mexican, allegedly
happily thereafter


i do not really know
what happens
when we see each other again

my wife wants me to be
honest
and wants perhaps to see
how my face blushes
how my tongue plays with
my mouth
perhaps to give a smile
and how i must say the words
that love is gone or
that the game is over.