SOME GIRLS IN JUAREZ
have lips much redder than mine;
tequila-sipping mouths spilling language
less gravelly than my everyday English.
They want the need for a heavy coat-
another way to warm their thighs; one
without a white beer-belly coated in hair;
but it never gets that cold in Juarez,
so they rely on a one-night man
and a bottle with a worm inside.

Christine Laine
BLUE PEARL RUMINATION
I don't close the drapes,
beat back the moon with hung cloth-
I bathe in silver
half-natural light,
fold myself onto the floor-
breathe in and out.
I count to nothing,
until the blue pearl settles;
let myself go bare-
lose even my words
in this silent nakedness-
keep only color.

Christine Laine