THE WOMAN IN PINK
In a café, a woman with long bleached hair, heavy make-up, dressed in pink: slacks, shirt, spiky sandals. She reads aloud her horoscope.
“You will soon meet your dream man.”
Looking at her young son, she says, “Henry, you’re my dream man, aren’t you?”
Henry shrugs, frowns and walks away.
beading sweat
a teacup rattles
on its saucer
Gean, Sept. 2010
