La Necia

 La Necia cannot sit down.

She bangs the cabinets in the kitchen 

And in your brain.

La Necia cannot be quiet. 

As you hear the blender at 5AM,

The spinning noise 

Makes you think about life,

And if there are blenders in Heaven.

La Necia cannot be alone,

As she gets closer to you on the couch,

And just stares.

La Necia is awkward too,

For didn’t anyone tell her it was 

Not polite to stare.

La Necia says she is just going to boil water 

And then she will be out of your way. 

You ask her is she is sure, 

she nods her head and smiles.

Twenty minutes later, the banging continues,

And you still have not had your breakfast.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppp

Goes the smoke detector 

La Necia forgot about her pie 

“Open the windows!”

As I give a great sigh. 

You walk back to your room 

And lay back down to cry.

At least it is now quiet, 

your alone with your thoughts, 

As you hear a pair of chanclas

Smacking the floor like gunshots. 

La Necia knocks on your door.

For who do you think you are?

For no one shuts La Necia out. 

Rage goes into your mind 

as you begin to see red,

Maybe you should say

What needs to be said.

The truth is that you are La NECIA now

And you don't recognize yourself. 

You can blame everything one her

But you have lost thyself!