She adores tea cup and hot dogs.
Today, she is a gringa wearing
a crushed, straw cowgirl hat as
she parades up and down Lexington Avenue.
She throws butterscotch hard candy at the passing children.
Originally Southern, she gap tooth smiles as she says something smart and sly.
Her sugar seduces and releases her words’ heat.
She smokes pack after pack of Camels, ’cause she finds them familiar and exotic.
She greets me on the corner
with a kiss to both cheeks and a poke.
She demands I write her ten years younger.
She thinks we should invest in tropical fish and biscuits.
The fish for beauty; the biscuits for sustenance.
She quietly accesses me and decides I have lost weight.
She gets me.
