your valentine girl

as a kid
you always wanted
a valentine
from glenda,
the big
haired
blonde who
blocked your
view
with her broad
shoulders
and nordic
skin.
she wore
pig tails
and plaid skirts,
had legs
like an olympic
skier
and eyes as blue
as sapphires.
just one valentine
from her would
have changed
your life,
put the wheels
in motion
for all good
things to have
come your way.
but no.
sylvia, with her
whooping cough,
behind you,
was your
love and valentine
of the day.