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.