I'm
the Thursday
night
the poor
excuse
I am she
I'm dark
in the veins
I'm
intoxicant
I'm hip
and good skin
brass
and sharp toothed
hard lip pushed
against
the air
I'm lightbeam
no stopping me
I am
your temporary
thing
your own
mad
dancing
I am
a live
wilderness
left
behind
one earring
in the car
a finger-
print
on skin
the black smoke
in your
clothes
and in
your
mouth
~Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways, c.1987