SABRINA SIEW is a Midwest-raised, New York City-living creative with a deep appreciation for the ocean, old and new friends, and sparkling fruit drinks. She is currently an MFA in Writing candidate at Columbia University, with her work appearing in publications like Black Warrior Review, Penn Review, and more. Born into a noisy Malaysian Chinese American family, she writes poems, prose, and postcards.
so a spaghetti western was on
and the tempo was changing
and the music went like
bum buh badee gunshot
whiplash lah dee dah
and I couldn’t find my car keys
but you didn’t know where they were
so you just kept watching
the man in italy with a suede hat on
and he was handsome
I won’t lie
with his sunburnt face and round ass
that probably got all plump
from the carbs and negronis
and I still couldn’t find my car keys
so I looked under the table
and around the ice box and wondered
if the man in italy who was now making love
to a woman with a big skirt on
ever made it
to the land of horses and bison skulls
or if he just stayed tied
to a lake or mountain or place
where the sun never set
but this I only thought for a second because
the movie was ending and you were falling
asleep and my car keys were tucked
behind the ratty brown sofa
and when I finally turned the ignition
in my shitty 2003 ford mustang
I thought I could be him too
sans fringe sans gun
all horse all sun
so a spaghetti western was on
and the tempo was changing
and the music went like
bum buh badee gunshot
whiplash lah dee dah
and I couldn’t find my car keys
but you didn’t know where they were
so you just kept watching
the man in italy with a suede hat on
and he was handsome
I won’t lie
with his sunburnt face and round ass
that probably got all plump
from the carbs and negronis
and I still couldn’t find my car keys
so I looked under the table
and around the ice box and wondered
if the man in italy who was now making love
to a woman with a big skirt on
ever made it
to the land of horses and bison skulls
or if he just stayed tied
to a lake or mountain or place
where the sun never set
but this I only thought for a second because
the movie was ending and you were falling
asleep and my car keys were tucked
behind the ratty brown sofa
and when I finally turned the ignition
in my shitty 2003 ford mustang
I thought I could be him too
sans fringe sans gun
all horse all sun
Volume 15.2 ✧ Summer 25
Sabrina Siew
