Behind the gauze curtain
twenty-four dark-skinned beauties
stepped to the right and forward,
red dots centered above the eyes
of the women who looked at me and smiled:
My insides turned to the wind,
to the hopes of being recognized
for who we each are:
Crooked teeth or wobbly knees:
Each of us sharing a time and place.
I bowed and turned towards the light.
xo
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