Sisters of the Crazy Life

Through cigarette smoke

I can see every yesterday

blush her cheeks sassy. 

Bold pearls on her ears,

turquoise rings on her fingers

decorate her audacity 

to be herself in the AARP chase

to assign her a tombstone. 

Livin’ La Vida Loca

blasts from a speaker

in the background

in bright colored notes.

Neither of us speaks,

but we communicate through a stare.

She dares me to be a rebel…

I reply with a wink, “I already am.”

As fast as it appeared the

magic in rhythm and haze dissipates. 

She turns to order tequila.

I walk out with a match I’ll never burn.

©Susie Clevenger 2025

NaPoWriMo Day 14