my life is in tatters
maria tells
you in her heavily
accented voice,
Spanish, Italian,
something. she lives
in Miami, perhaps
Cuban. what? you say.
yawning. what happened.
I got caught in the rain
and my power went
out. my hair is
a tangled mess, I have
to go the photo shoot
and I look like
a wild rooster.
you can hear her
breathing heavily,
sobbing, dragging
a brush through her
hair with grunts
and groans.
that's a shame you
say. take a picture
and send it to me.
see what I can figure
out. does your oven
work?
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