by Joe Balaz
I’ve nevah seen one of her movies
but I tink I know
wat da action scenes look like.
Her face is just as sexy
as da one on da DVD picture online.
Da only difference
is dat she’s not wearing red lipstick
and she doesn’t have
dat same frizzy hairdo.
I checked da photo out
on my computer
so I could identify her
cause my neighbor
in my apartment building
said dat she frequented
da corner pizzeria.
I don’t even know
why I’m sitting heah
two tables away from her
watching her eat.
She no can see my quick glances
dat make me feel
like I’m looking through wun keyhole.
I’m not into pornographic pepperoni
or extra sleazy cheese
but I seem to be confusing myself
cause I kannot take my eyes off of her.
I imagine da room going dark
and da ghost of her cinematic exploits
materializing in frantic gyrations
on da wall behind her.
I don’t tink I’m stalking—
I don’t even know her.
takes wun sip of her soft drink
as she finishes her slice.
Sliding da slender strap
of her purse ovah her shoulder
and den walks seductively
out da glass door.
I haven’t felt dis way
since I wuz wun teenager
watching my first X-rated flick.
dis sexual fantasy ting
is wun lifetime gig.
Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai'i Creole English) and in American-English.
He edited Ho'omanoa: An Anthology of Contemporary Hawaiian Literature. Some
of his recent Pidgin writing has appeared in Rattle, Juked, Otoliths,
and Hawai'i Review, among others. Balaz is an avid supporter
of Hawaiian Islands Pidgin writing in the expanding context of World
Literature. He presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.