Ode to the Customer with the Short Blonde Hair — Mia Peña

If you could decipher
what can I get for you?
as 
I want to hear your voice as I drift asleep.
Then
I would’ve told you that your hair falls
like golden curtains
framing
stained-glass windows of a cathedral.
Then 
we would slow dance to Chet Baker,
earl grey soaking our crimson lips.
Then 
I would lie to my mother
we are just friends.
But your touch boils inside of me
as sweaty backs stick
to blue cotton sheets.
Then
you’d get tired of me.
My loud laugh,
my bluntness.
Your voice an octave too-high
when telling me 
we don’t fit anymore. 
If I had another minute
before we became 
repelling magnets 
my have a nice day
would’ve sounded like 
I love you.

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Mia Peña Cruz is a high school student who transforms her personal experiences into literary works. When she isn’t writing, she can be found dancing at punk shows, working as a barista and creating art with a variety of mediums. Her goal when writing is simply to make the reader feel any type of emotion that arises.