Catalina

How must I justifiably respond
to the essence and presence of a beautiful blonde?
She wields beige steel-toed boots fused together
with two cowgirl-letto heels, straight true leather.
She's Montana's clime to Alaska's in summer,
at least twenty degrees hotter in number.
Does that define her, like lexicon?
Or shall we figure to go bigger, like Mexican?
She's a vista. How must I greet her?
Unnerved English with a, "Hi..." Or rather
in the Spanish we've learned, "Hola Senorita."
Suffice to say that charm I still have to gather.

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This poem is the best poem that I've ever written. Not because it's the most metrically sound or verbally creative or methodically written poem, but because it was inspired by one of the most beautiful girls I've seen in my life She walked into Spanish 101, the first class of the semester, and I locked up. One of my friends said he is "a high-functioning potato" when girls talk to him.
Yeah, that was me then. Three years ago, now. What's worse is that her pristine specimen (speci-woman!) crossed the front of the classroom in Willson Hall and sat down right next to me...well the desk to my left. I did say, "Hi," but then mostly tried to remain focused on the front. It was the most tempting periphery though, very tough to actually focus. We talked eventually when Senora Educacion instructed the class to introduce themselves to their surroundings. I was like, "Fuck!" and "Thank God!" and "Oh Jesus!" or what-have-you for expressions of pure nervousness. And, my oh my, she was so nice, but unfortunately her name was Caitlin...Caitlin Spencer. Yeah. Gah! I wanted to ask her out everyday afterwards, but I felt like a solipsist for wanting her so badly. Well, that's pretty much the basic story...However, immediately after that first class (I think even before I knew her last name) I went home, whipped out my notebook and wrote this poem about her. The words kept coming...Maybe she'll read it someday...Shit...but maybe she shouldn't...Nevertheless, this poem is my most memorable and enjoyable to craft in my lifetime.
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