As she coiled

the tender fibers of her

lacy black hair

in one finger,

a cold chill drove up my

stomach and crashed into my heart

when she tapped me on

the shoulder

to hand me the note

covered in pink and

yellow hearts at the corners

and a red kiss from her lips

dead-center.

I felt that note press into my

Skin like a virus

And my fingers trembled .

Her blue eyes fondled me

And spat me out

I could hear the steady

beat of her sexy black

low-heeled flats

showing white socks

up to below the knee

and a distant bell

which could not

contain the drumming

in my ears

I remembered

a red Lowrider in the park,

coronas and cholos,

and a radio in the cold night air

playing by the fence

the faint sound of a

song, while

I sat there alone,

turned into an oldy,

her message:

You cheated,

You lied.