Sleek silky bob,
She was everywhere,
That girl my mother glorified
Why can’t you be more like her?
Church-bred girls beguiled her -
-smiling Doris Day and Donna Reed
dolls gliding in uncomplicated shoes
with starched manners
and puffed sleeved voices.
She never noticed the soiled lips,
the crumpled tissues stuffing the bras,
or worse, the girl behind the script.