Olive or Twist
Oliver Twist
Freeze Dried Potatoes
Free Stride Potatoes
Her mind is an open range chicken
Off on its own
Scrambling in the dirt for worms or kitchen scraps
No leash, no fences
Wearing little lace-up trainers
Off it goes
A potato race without the gunny sack
One day, in Ensenada
She saw a carved and painted cane
Just like the one she bought in Juarez
Maybe 1953
She brandished it and wore a sombrero
And there she goes
Off and running
Hearing words she doesn’t understand
Or make sense of.
She hears what she wants to hear
And ignores the sense of it all.
