Vampira.

Written senior year as a project for Creative Writing.
We were supposed to write a poem and use food as a metaphor.


Vampira is the girl in Bio
that everyone stares at
& points to.
Her black face paint &
dress call to her attention
she could not have otherwise
obtained.

Vampira sits down by met at lunch,
maybe because I don't point
& stare.

She confides in me that her name is
Mary & she doesn't burn cats
like everyone
says.

I went camping with her last
summer & we made s'mores,
toasting marshmallows.
Black & bitter on the outside,
but I still eat them like I
did when I was 12, for
they are sweet inside.

Vampire and I played Truth or Dare
& she said she'd never been kissed.
My fingers were still sticky from
s'mores.

School started in August &
Vampira wore blue jeans & red
lipstick.

We went campng that
fall
& I made s'mores but
Vampira was watcing her
weight.

I kept dropping my marshmallows
in the fire where they turned into
ash
like the driftwood we lit.

I don't know what happened to
Vampira,
but this girl named Mary od'd on Christmas
break.
I haven't seen
Vampira
since.