For Teline

Rasta gal from Iran lived in Mexico....
dreadlocks and antique clothes...
red painted lips and black eyes...
always laughing and telling jokes...
in her forties, still running after boys...
hit by a car last night and died.

You were here the night I fell on my face...
lying on the couch. Your friend said:
"Isn't she the most beautiful woman?"
Holding a rag to my face, I could only say yes.