Silvia Bonilla worked as a cashier, waitress, stage person for real state open house, early childhood education assistant teacher, and many more odd jobs she doesn’t care to mention because the pay was low. Collectively, these jobs helped pay for the first two years of college.

Sixteen

by Silvia Bonilla


I.


I wanted damp
like earth

with fresh rain upon it.

I looked at the moon barging
with its volcano face.

I was scared
to exude my body,

I thought, I’ll be a leaf
on a birch, so I’ll know

of being briefly green.

I was a boy’s fantasy on chalk.

I dreamt permanence sometimes,
when I dreamt, the tree

having sweet plums.

II.


I was paying attention to Sundays,
the walk along the promenade—
My breast sketched under 
thin fabric. Men looked, their eyes expectant
as if I’d given them a raffle ticket. My parents lived
in New York. It would’ve been too long of a letter.
They said next year and our papers.
Went to the consulate. I walked to school 
alone. My hair just washed.


III.


The heart acts
like a lamp

casts light 
on a vision 

of a boy 
from school,

a boy with warrior eyes
his belly the

white pages of a notebook.

A mind fools itself
with a story

a theme of distance,

sound from the apple of his throat,
hand like a plow.

Silvia Bonilla holds an MFA from The New School. She is the author of a chapbook called An Animal Startled by The Mechanisms of Life, Deadly Chaps 2014. She has received fellowships from The Saltonstall Foundation, Sewanee Writers Conference, The Vermont College of Fine Arts, Colgate Writers Conference, Community of Writers, Napa Valley, The Juniper Institute, among several others. Her work has been featured in Blackbird, Green Mountains Review, Cream City Review, Reed, and others.

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