poem: the protector


after mamma died,

nonna would sleep with me

in the big bed

in my parent’s apt.

dad coming home

after the restaurant closed

slept in my old bed.

as a teen

i wanted my own space

but had none.

i sometimes woke nonna up suddenly

as i in an adolescent sex dream

grabbed her.

and in the summer,

she liked the a.c. high

and i didn’t.

years after she died,

an old friend of nonna’s told me

nonna had heard

of widowers taking their daughters

and though she thought

dad was not the type,

she was going to make sure.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

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Posted on August 24, 2014, in italian american lesbian poet, italian american poet, NYC lesbian poet, NYC poet, Vittoria repetto, www.vittoriarepetto.wordpress.com and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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