Photo by Alex Beyer
9.17.2011
8.22.2011
DATING SONJA LYNN MATA (Rough Draft)
Dating: Sonja Lynn Mata
DOB: 08.13.1990
Weight: 103
Height: 5’ 2.5
is like having your mom
make you a sack lunch at the
age of thirty-three.
(Pictures of elephants and notes of “I love you” included).
She sings off-key. And is still learning how to belly breathe.
Blood Type: O Positive
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Awkward medium
She’ll drive you places in her beat-up ass
’95 Subaru. She’ll never ask you for gas money— even if that
place is out of the way. Like WalMart or something.
Hometown: Wheeling, Illinois (but she really tells people Chicago, because the thought of people confusing Wheeling, Illinois with Wheeling, West Virginia is not very appealing).
Mothers’ Maiden name: Cooke
Year her parents got married: Never
Year her half-brother committed suicide: 1997
Friends lost: 3
Friendships in healing: 1
She was a bully to the 3rd runner-up American Idol Haley Reinhart, Dana Bronstein, and Jimmy Scanlan.
She doesn't treat her mother very well.
She desires to be friends with people that are closed off to her by external circumstances.
If she dates you, she'll go for the brother.
She has a nice ass and people will forgive her because of it.
She questions if she became a theater major to prove an ex-boyfriend wrong or if it was just something to do.
She doesn't like to admit. . .
Comments: Yeah. She is a good person. It doesn’t always get her what she wants, I mean,
she does want to be remembered as always smiling. She likes her smile.
And I think the best, coolest thing about her (and
probably most poetic) is that Sonja loves. She will love you. She will really,
truly love you. And that is just so cool.
My name is Junior and I never knew Sonja Lynn Mata.
-sonja lynn mata
DOB: 08.13.1990
Weight: 103
Height: 5’ 2.5
is like having your mom
make you a sack lunch at the
age of thirty-three.
(Pictures of elephants and notes of “I love you” included).
She sings off-key. And is still learning how to belly breathe.
Blood Type: O Positive
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Awkward medium
She’ll drive you places in her beat-up ass
’95 Subaru. She’ll never ask you for gas money— even if that
place is out of the way. Like WalMart or something.
Hometown: Wheeling, Illinois (but she really tells people Chicago, because the thought of people confusing Wheeling, Illinois with Wheeling, West Virginia is not very appealing).
Mothers’ Maiden name: Cooke
Year her parents got married: Never
Year her half-brother committed suicide: 1997
Friends lost: 3
Friendships in healing: 1
She was a bully to the 3rd runner-up American Idol Haley Reinhart, Dana Bronstein, and Jimmy Scanlan.
She doesn't treat her mother very well.
She desires to be friends with people that are closed off to her by external circumstances.
If she dates you, she'll go for the brother.
She has a nice ass and people will forgive her because of it.
She questions if she became a theater major to prove an ex-boyfriend wrong or if it was just something to do.
She doesn't like to admit. . .
Comments: Yeah. She is a good person. It doesn’t always get her what she wants, I mean,
she does want to be remembered as always smiling. She likes her smile.
And I think the best, coolest thing about her (and
probably most poetic) is that Sonja loves. She will love you. She will really,
truly love you. And that is just so cool.
My name is Junior and I never knew Sonja Lynn Mata.
-sonja lynn mata
8.01.2011
4.29.2011
OBSERVATION OF INLOVE.
You’re in love with the pizza delivery girl.
I know this because you invite her over
for drum lessons.
But you’re the singer.
And when you order pizza, after band practice
that night, you say
“béchamel” with a smile.
-sonja lynn mata
I know this because you invite her over
for drum lessons.
But you’re the singer.
And when you order pizza, after band practice
that night, you say
“béchamel” with a smile.
-sonja lynn mata
4.27.2011
THIS MORNING. Version 2
While fixing my bed
I found one of your skunk like hairs, on
my side under a pillow.
I sat there on the edge of the bed softly smiling—
you’ve since had a haircut. I sat there
holding the strand up to
the open window and it disappeared,
because my curtains are silky white.
Its ends floated
between my thumb and index finger as if
it were waving to me—gently gliding just like
they would be, when they drifted
over my cheek, nose, and cheek.
But this bed hasn’t seen you on its pillows
for a year now—today—this morning.
-sonja lynn mata
I found one of your skunk like hairs, on
my side under a pillow.
I sat there on the edge of the bed softly smiling—
you’ve since had a haircut. I sat there
holding the strand up to
the open window and it disappeared,
because my curtains are silky white.
Its ends floated
between my thumb and index finger as if
it were waving to me—gently gliding just like
they would be, when they drifted
over my cheek, nose, and cheek.
But this bed hasn’t seen you on its pillows
for a year now—today—this morning.
-sonja lynn mata
2.23.2011
HOW TO BUILD A POEM
1. Cup a word in the palm of your hand. Use a paint
brush to slap glue on half sheets of paper.
2. Throw words at a wall.
3. Watch them slide, collide and peel from the wall and land
on the ground with a squishy sound.
4. Place a writing utensils tip at the end of a sentence. Wait
for words to dry.
5. Start over.
-sonja lynn mata
Edit: This piece has also been published here.
brush to slap glue on half sheets of paper.
2. Throw words at a wall.
3. Watch them slide, collide and peel from the wall and land
on the ground with a squishy sound.
4. Place a writing utensils tip at the end of a sentence. Wait
for words to dry.
5. Start over.
-sonja lynn mata
Edit: This piece has also been published here.
2.22.2011
THIS MORNING
While fixing my bed
I found one of your skunk hairs, on
my side under a pillow.
I sat there on the edge of the bed softly smiling—
the smallest parts of you. I sat there
holding the strand up to the open window
and it disappeared, because my curtains
are silky white.
Its ends floated
between my thumb and index finger as if
it were waving to me—gently gliding just like
the ends of your hair would be
when they drifted over my cheeks, nose and forehead.
But this bed hasn’t seen you on its pillows
for a year now—today—this morning.
-sonja lynn mata
I found one of your skunk hairs, on
my side under a pillow.
I sat there on the edge of the bed softly smiling—
the smallest parts of you. I sat there
holding the strand up to the open window
and it disappeared, because my curtains
are silky white.
Its ends floated
between my thumb and index finger as if
it were waving to me—gently gliding just like
the ends of your hair would be
when they drifted over my cheeks, nose and forehead.
But this bed hasn’t seen you on its pillows
for a year now—today—this morning.
-sonja lynn mata
2.21.2011
KNEES.
I found my father
sitting on the ground with his
back against the couch and
his hands in his lap. A curved back
from all those years of roofing
left him slightly forward.
I pressed a hand on the curve of his back
and lowered myself next to him.
I stretched my legs forward like my fathers.
He touched me on my knee with his calloused hand
and patted it twice-- he returned his hand
to his lap.
I went to touch his knee and felt that it dented
inward.
And it was a Thanksgiving Day accident
that defeated my father, but empowered
my sisters and mother.
I couldn’t help but think that
a man of 50 or so had skinner legs
than that of a girl who just turned 20.
I returned my hand to my lap.
-sonja lynn mata
sitting on the ground with his
back against the couch and
his hands in his lap. A curved back
from all those years of roofing
left him slightly forward.
I pressed a hand on the curve of his back
and lowered myself next to him.
I stretched my legs forward like my fathers.
He touched me on my knee with his calloused hand
and patted it twice-- he returned his hand
to his lap.
I went to touch his knee and felt that it dented
inward.
And it was a Thanksgiving Day accident
that defeated my father, but empowered
my sisters and mother.
I couldn’t help but think that
a man of 50 or so had skinner legs
than that of a girl who just turned 20.
I returned my hand to my lap.
-sonja lynn mata
1.13.2011
WEAR/SAY
In four words or less what would your vagina say?
-My vagina would say, "Do you love me?"
What would your vagina wear?
-My vagina would wear a cast. . .
-Sonja
-My vagina would say, "Do you love me?"
What would your vagina wear?
-My vagina would wear a cast. . .
because it is always in a constant state of healing.
-Sonja
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