The Poem
Boys
by Mia Sara
Boys at thirteen are pathetic creatures,
It’s “Yo, Brah,” this, and “Cool yer balls,” that.
As if any mother could produce a thankless squirt
from pendulous orbs,
just uncap a nifty pen to scribble our own names,
splat, onto the timeline, no back breaking spinal code,
no torn and swollen fruits, no lost youth
weeping from our tits.
Still, they turn their fuzzy cheeks away,
ridiculous with new sinew that could
pull a cart of bricks, but will not bend
to pluck a moldering sock from off the floor.
“Why should I?” they suppose, who have
these spectral harpies who screech
but stoop to offer their necks, their arms,
their backs, to walk on?
Boys who don’t speak, so much as bray, so
full of sap they burble idiocies to the wind.
And the female of the species, sizes them up,
finds them lacking, gobbles and spits them out.
And my own scrofulous buffoon,
who strains to tell his own dick from a doorknob?
If I didn’t have the belly scars to prove it,
I’d swear he’d sprung from the business end of a mule.
And what of his mother,
his first, best, unshakeable, fool?
This treacherous boy has hung his mother’s moon,
So made of me a horse’s ass.
Mia Sara is a poet and actress living between Los Angeles and New York City with her husband, Brian Hanson, and her children Dash and Millie. We are proud to be premiering this poem today.
Copyright @ 2012 by Mia Sara.
Comments (19)
andy nicastro
January 19th, 2012 at 10:07 PM
Wonderful! so funny, yet so poignant. Brava!
jerry sarapochiello
January 19th, 2012 at 11:26 PM
this is a great poem from a great daughter
ariana navarre
January 20th, 2012 at 12:19 AM
fabulous! love the contrast of the sarcasm grounded in the deep voice. great imagery! wendy … another wonderful piece!
Adrienne
January 20th, 2012 at 3:27 AM
Amazing!! Great find Wendy! I hope to see more from this very talented poet!!!
Abbie Sanger
January 20th, 2012 at 4:31 AM
As the mother of a 14 year-old boy, it hits so very close to home! Wonderful Poem.
Hillary Fogelson
January 20th, 2012 at 7:09 AM
I have girls. Young girls. And so I fear these "boys" – soon to be "boy"friends of my soon-to-be teenage girls. Wonderfully vivid and completely terrifying…just like parenthood!
James
January 20th, 2012 at 9:34 AM
Love it. Utterly scrofulicious!
maybellcottage
January 20th, 2012 at 3:33 PM
The lines reveal the silences that often are not spoken. Well presented.
Julie von Zerneck
January 20th, 2012 at 5:03 PM
Oh yes, she makes me laugh, so wise is she. Please give us more of Mia.
marcia sewelson
January 20th, 2012 at 10:46 PM
funny, true, wonderful!
Moni Haworth
January 21st, 2012 at 1:52 AM
damn cool
maybellcottage
January 22nd, 2012 at 4:24 PM
Read it again. The second time, "burble idiocies" pops out, screaming. Read it backwards and forwards. Time to print it out. An excellent poem to begin the poetry section with, Wendy.
Gerald Locklin
January 22nd, 2012 at 8:50 PM
You're an exceptionally talented poet, Mia Sara. And, yes, we men–whether 14 or approaching 71–certainly remain highly deserving of such affectionate tributes.
Matthew H.
January 23rd, 2012 at 4:34 PM
Boys! Sometimes we need to kicked out the nest or pushed out of the lair. How my mother put up with three of us as teens at the same time.
Foolish we ARE! Great poem Mia!
frank
January 23rd, 2012 at 5:26 PM
Wonderful poem….but of course, not the Dash I know…….XXOO FVZ
Alexis Rhone Fancher
January 23rd, 2012 at 10:44 PM
Ah, Mia, once again, you've nailed it. What a wise & talented poet you are! Hope to read more of your work here at Cultural Weekly.
katie Lipsitt
January 28th, 2012 at 1:43 AM
You are a brilliant writer…love you!
Patricia Scruggs
February 1st, 2012 at 10:54 PM
The first line says it all: "Boys at thirteen are pathetic creatures"
So true. So funny and sad at the same time.
dirk mathison
February 5th, 2012 at 5:19 PM
"…ridiculous with new sinew…" Perfect and profound all the way through. From one horse's ass to another, I thank you for keen eye.
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