The Drunken Girl
by Daisy Zamora
There she is
leaving the store
a pale, overcast sky
the color of her face
dark clouds, gray horizon
traces of beauty
still in her face
this young one,
hollow eyes in a void
crossing Nineteenth Avenue
in morning air
clenching a brown bag
and the world inside it
to dive in
eclipse
like a moon on the darkest night.