Wednesday, September 28, 2011

"Lieu" - a story of love in war

Lieu 

by Mike Marcellino


South Vietnam, 1967.
Silly beginning, careless ending
lizards clung to the dim lit wall.

Thomas and i met her at Sherwood Forest,
the nightclub,
smiling at us over beer,
fries
and a now and then
Saigon Tea.

In a
sputtering
Honda 90
humanly propelled
by a papa-san
pimp,
I rode through
hit and miss,
foot, leg, peddle-powered
traffic -
Saigon streets
darkness after curfew
riding in the close warm
black night.
Teaming, steaming
from the Tahiti,
20 century
brick-fronted
same on the inside
hotel.

While Thomas
worried,
tripping
i shivered
(not really).
Inside outside
perfect night for baseball.

Lieu
dug store bought;
i read her scrolling
on a crumpled
piece of
paper
light brown
one six four and one-half
some street.

Self-conscious me
in Bermuda shorts,
naked legs
walking down winding back alleys
to find Lieu
and ma-muc.

Ma-muc
-burnt red stained beetle nut chew
in her mouth
bulging,

crushed
by an earthen
ceramic set.

Bermuda shorts hairy legs me and
ma muc
who smiles,
giggles -
Lieu’s ma ma san mother.

Her daughter came
home
happy
made me eat
gobbling hers.

Lieu,
and ma-muc
grabbing my leg hair,
giggling.

First joy of waiting,
simple thing
so tense
exciting -

Showering from
body tall vases
in the corner
morning after
love, her
surfer t-shirt mini on.

Lieu laughed,
cried,
gave
really.

Maybe she loves
someone
else
tonight.

Her oily
brown face,
round, dark eyes
long, straight black hair.

Not a fair maiden,
but no whore.

Copyright Mike Marcellino, 2007

1 comment:

  1. great piece, mike - i had visual images all the way through those crowded streets and vasebathing after morning love! ;)

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