Urbania written by Genie Nakano at Spillwords.com



written by: Genie Nakano



Running through wheat fields and skipping stones across the river are not my childhood memories.  My turf is a concrete city project playground filled with chain linked fences and swings.–where I fall in love with the boy next door and beat up the boy down the block. Boy crazy is what my mom called me.

I steal my mother’s Maxfactor red lipstick in the first grade.  When I’m ten—I’m fifteen and when I’m fifteen I’m twenty one. My imagination grows as big and wild as a jungle. A broomstick is my palomino pony and I can lasso Mars.

Urban living– it’s not so bad. At night when all the smog settles– the moon shines as bright as a silver bell.

coyote howling
to the moon
I am here

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