She’s a knot unwinding on silhouetted
seascape, waters deep inside beat
music in her bones.
When life’s boring
she looks for detours into mayhem;
with curved hips she swings
into cantinas on the shore.
She’s an aftermath in modest refrain,
a valve bursting love and song,
a wild palm waved by the storm, a transfer
from the normal to shocked and stacked.
Señoras treat her like an unwanted
guest, preferring to leave her on a
sacrificial slab, eyeing her furiously
with jealousy and disdain.
She laughs and shimmies,
knowing all the caballeros love her,
and tomorrow is never the same.