I was on a military base
just south of the Brazilian border
and had just returned from
hanging out at a bar
inside of a grocery store.

My aunt had called me out
to the front yard
to meet a teacher that lived
across the neighbourhood.

Her name was Isabeta
and she was spoiled with hair.
There was so much of it that
you could get completely lost in it.

It greatly complimented her angelic visage
and immediately I wanted to
take her places
and show her things.
I wanted her to laugh in my arms
kiss me slowly
and tell me secrets.

I wanted her.
It was rather sudden and powerful.

I must have stood there
repeating her name
over and over
like an invalid
because my aunt shoved me away
and told me to go sit against the house.
Mortified, I obeyed.

I was young and impressionable
and she was a prominent force to be dealt with.

All too quickly,
Isabeta smiled, waved
and left.

I waved back
and welcomed the sorrow
of her departure.

I continued to sit there and stare
at the spot that I last seen her
even long after she was gone
leaning against the wall in the shade
absently throwing grass between thoughts.

It was cloudless.
It was Hell hot in the sun.
Dirt from the roads
pulled up by passing cars
lingered in the air to
drift across everything
like low-bearing clouds.

My aunt threw more dresses
over the clothes line
and shook her head at me
here and there.
Que cosa!
What a thing!

Finally, she said:
“She wants to meet with you.
You need to go downtown at ten.
Dress nice.”

I sprang from the wall
like a frog,
“Are you kidding me?”

She looked like she was not kidding me.

“Where? When? How? Isabeta! Isabeta!”
I was actually buoyantly bouncing
around the lawn
and didn’t even realize it.

My aunt looked at me
like I was an ill-conceived child
grabbed her empty basket
and briskly walked back
into the house.

“Supper’s at seven.” She said.



11 thoughts on “Isabeta

  1. iamf8

    I love this piece! Especially kept re-reading this part:

    “leaning against the wall in the shade
    absently throwing grass between thoughts.”


    1. HJM Post author

      Thanks man. Really appreciate it. I can’t wait until you read Thursday’s post (Christian Troy). Neil young would be proud.


    1. HJM Post author

      Thank you so much! And I had no idea you knew my brother. Strange that you actually experienced the house explosion and neighbourhood murder.


      1. S.

        That’s how I got addicted to your writing, he does good PR work 😀 I saw a link, started reading and didn’t stop since 🙂 It’s amazing to see how much talent was distributed in your family between you two, even though you seem to be very different people, LOL… You could write about the weather and I could still see the shapes of the clouds and the colour of the sun, to me that’s real talent… and you already know about your bro and his music, I don’t have to say anything 😉
        It’s funny how things start to get personal, it’s not a “murder” and a “blast” anymore, it’s more like “hey, do you know the pretty girl at #50 who used to smile a lot and always stop and say hi? Well… she’s lying on the walkway with three holes in her head… so I guess she won’t say hi anymore…” or “do you know the chinese guys in the corner that always smiled at you when you turned that corner? Well, they’re all fine, except their house is gone…” so on and so forth… Sorry, I tend to ramble a lot 😉 I meant keep up the good work, I love reading!


    2. HJM Post author

      Thank you and I will keep it up. And I am very glad that you read and comment it is wonderful to know that you appreciate what I throw down and definitely keeps me going. And I kind of felt bad for bringing it back up now that I know that you were close to the experience of those negative things on Activa but I have a tendency to zero-in on the dark side of whatever neighbourhood I live in. Fascinating what kind of things lie under the surface of suburbia. Wow, that just reminded me of some really dark stuff from when I lived in Cambridge. I have some stories to tell.


      1. S.

        Don’t feel bad, it’s even more interesting reading stuff that involves events you have witnessed, really. Makes it more real, gives it more punch. I remember some 10 years ago I read “The Da Vinci Code”, and I related to it differently just because I have seen in reality most places in that book… 🙂 And I’ve been through a sum of things in life, nothing surprises me anymore, so bring on the dark stuff 😉 can’t wait!


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