Spring 2010, Volume 8

Poetry by Robyn Taylor

Tango India

San Jose’s bosom, sweaty in the sun.
Step into the lobby; wet heat makes you frail.
If you walk at nighttime, don’t forget to run.

Fun boys on the corner dressed up for someone.
Dollars or Colones, everything’s for sale.
San Jose’s bosom, sweaty in the sun.

Tenga cuidado, that he-she has a gun.
Taxi man knows the best places to get tail.
If you walk at nighttime, don’t forget to run.

Tango India! Where everyone gets done.
Long hair Latina, white pants curving round the rail.
San Jose’s bosom, sweaty in the sun.

You don’t have to be a winner to know that you’ve just won.
Tits and ass and businessmen. Splits in parallel.
If you walk at nighttime, don’t forget to run.

Cotton Candy whispers, “Do you want to make me come.”
Tica’s coffee nakedness makes your skin look pale.
San Jose’s bosom, sweaty in the sun.
If you walk at nighttime, don’t forget to run.

 

BIO: Robyn Taylor is currently a student at Long Beach City College. She took one of Frank Gasparís creative writing classes in spring 2009. She re-connected with her love for poetry and writing, and decided to become a full-time student as of fall 2009. She plans on transferring to UCI to study English with an emphasis in creative writing along with dance. She wants to become an Elementary school teacher and help children to realize their potential and embrace their dreams. She loves to go surfing and camping with her husband and her dogs.