Park Bench
vianah vasquez
The drop of sun, a bite of a crisp apple the peel
slipped between my teeth.
And I thought of you, sitting on that bench the grass
surrounding your small, and folding frame.
How solemn you look, at peace you seem
What do you think? As agile limbs
run past you. People in clothes that stick
to every crevice. I wonder
if you wish you could stand, right about now. Run.
In another life
you are opening your eyes for
the first time, feeling the warmth of the sun
drop of rain, burn of the grass. Or,
in the next, you are simply
the observer.
the apple skin between their teeth
wrinkles ahead
like you, simply choosing to sit.
Author Bio
Vianah Vasquez is a senior at the University of Texas at El Paso studying Communication Studies and Creative Writing. Reading and writing have always been her backbone, expressing herself through poetry or fiction. Vianah is also the Copy Editor at UTEP’s Minero Magazine, tasked with editing and polishing stories about the El Paso/ Juárez region. Her writing can also be found in El Underground’s first issue, in her poem titled, “Bowl for a Bowl.”
