She shows
her fiberglass hair,
double-edged tongue,
pierced at odd places.
She has a body,
a mind, a gleaming
necklace, a silk dress
that reveals more
than it hides.
She looks pale behind
dark glasses, her lips crack
like black-cotton soil
when she forgets
popping pills.
Interview in Poetry Life & Times
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