nika rebekah

in this white sundress,
washing my hands in the bathroom sink at work,
confronting my reflection, that doe in headlights stare,
i saw my 22 year old mother in her mexican wedding dress,
flawless skin & tan, frizzy hair parted down the center,
none of these things the same-- but the eyes the eyes
uncanny. we see things the same way through these roundbrown irises.
so, it will be hard. being apart. tho she promises me packages
tied with string, seeking some positive gain from my absense. & surely
i'll call & tell her i need her.
"send a salami to your boy in the army" we say.
oh mama.