When I was in middle school a boy name Kiko sent me poems. My mother read them because she thought they were cute. She asked me why he had sent it to me. I told her I didn’t know. I continued receive his poetry once a week. Mother continued reading the poems and he always ended with the words: “I love you.” I think my mom always thought my older sister should be receiving the poems but not me. I didn’t care because I was too young for love anyway.
When I started high school, I received poetry from a guy name Edmund De Orca. I remember his name because it was a strange name. I received many poems from him. He didn’t say he loved me. He said he liked me and that I gave him inspiration so all his poetry was for me. Later he said that he actually loved me and that creeped me out. I didn’t want to hurt his feeling so I said nothing.
After I started San Jose State there a young man who was teaching a section of a semester in poetry. He said everyone can write a poem. I disagreed with him. Since there were no seats except next to me, I touched his cheek to say to him: “You were wrong about writing poetry.”
He turned bright red with embarrassment. I thought it was so cute that I asked the professor what was the name of his graduate student? He said his name was Joseph. I kept forgetting his name. One day we saw each other at a school club. He kept pulling my long hair. We started talking and we became friends. Then we dated and then after a few years we married. He then wrote some poetry that got published. I gave him a party to celebrate. I once asked him to write a poem for me. All he came with was: “Time flies like an arrow but fruit flies like a banana.”
He wrote it in a paper heart which I keep in a special place. Once a while I run into the silly rhyme. I keep it because he wrote it for me.
I really do like poetry like Robert Frost. I never wanted to tell him my secret. Since I told him that I hated poetry. I guess it’s not a secret anymore.