Pink scrubs, perhaps just off shift,up all night (must have been), nodding, drowsy,
her substantial weave precariously close
to the white woman's blander, boring locks
until she'd catch herself from falling over and adjust.
Why not lean the other way and aim considerable
girth towards empty space? And then she did,
elbow with a raised, hard place putting truth
to "elbow grease" revealed as she moved
to and fro in the chair. Hard worker, but she likes
to dress up, too, big fancy hair, the clue.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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