Mami sewed dresses with a knee-pedal Singer,
cooked arroz-con-pollo in a blackened cauldron,
and formed footprints rain could not pat down.
...
I watched you shave at seven this morning.
A cushion of lather whitened your jaw.
The belly of March was engorged with spring,
and the lure of sleep no longer cajoled.
...
Sevenling (Flight Of The Wheat Whiskrs)
Mami sewed dresses with a knee-pedal Singer,
cooked arroz-con-pollo in a blackened cauldron,
and formed footprints rain could not pat down.
She gave me an 8h of her soul,
her thirst for a fluid pen,
and her God.
My scarecrows are dressed in her designs.