Nodding at the wheel
Her head out the car window:
“Keeps my eyes open.”
**
Black hair to her hips
Like everybody’s favorite
Solid Gold dancer
**
Once, in the Nissan,
Donna accidentally
Groped my mother’s boob
**
Mirrored glass boxes,
Flowers, raku, spinach dip:
Everything is art.
**
When I woke up raw
And sliced open, she was there,
Understanding pain.
**
Don’t worry, Donna,
Everything you planted bloomed.
Black sheep don’t go gray.
