Chicano Poet

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Glamour Shots

She remembered how scared she was
of having to tell the truth.

No one really
takes responsibility for this land of love,

she thought,
as she shoveled sand

into a pail,
sea shoulders,

sea chins,
sea whiskers

like that of her
barnacled lover

crashing over
her blonde head at the hair salon

where Fernando frets
over her ocean life.


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