Glam Ma

the first time i heard

her call

herself  Glam Ma,

for grandma,

i spit out a mouth

full of

mashed potatoes across

the room.

that's what my nieces

and nephews call me,

she said,

having no grandchildren

of her own.

she blew on her nails

as she painted them hot

pink

at the dining room

table.

i mean look at me,

my hair,

my tan,

my make-up and

clothes from Nordstrom

rack. yes, i'm over sixty,

but i am the epitome

of the Glam Ma.

yeah, right,

you and Blanche DuBois

i mumbled

beneath my breath

before she threw

her sliced avocado at me.