a poem i wrote from a picture. just an impression i got of the girl and the older woman in the photograph.


she's inherited her mama's kohl-lined raccoon eyes
and her cherry-red lips,
and her rolls of doughy fat squeezing
out of the sides of her spandex top.
she's inherited her mama's taste in men,
her mama's love of salsa music,
her mama's heartaches and disappointments and failures.
her mama dances at night, arms bent
at her waist, when no one can see her,
her ponytail flying, a lightning snap
her silver bracelets catching moonlight in slivers,
hushing against one another in a symphony of whispers.