after sandra cisneros
ashe! she is a coconut oil kind of woman. grease
stain on the pillow, flag on the moon type
woman. pioneer of her own kinky planet. the kind
who laces her two strand twists with antennae.
resourceful, frying kale in the same fat she smooths
her edges with. all natural, reading the labels
on bags and shit. recycling, understands the way
one thing can become another. alchemy,
how the jar is filled with something like water one minute
some snow the next. she’s always mindful
of the season. her curls know when it’s gonna rain.
her fro is the black cloud in the water
cycle they forgot to draw in the textbook. throw away
your pantene she will, without asking.
teach you names of all the devils living in bottles
at walgreens. her smell reminds lovers
of coladas. they don’t know how dry their skin is
til they touch her.