By Sandra Cisneros
Yours is the one with mean eyes and a ponytail.
Striped swimsuit, stilettos, sunglasses,
and gold hoop earrings.
Mine is the one with bubble hair.
Red swimsuit, stilettos, pearl
earrings, and a wire stand.
But that’s all we can afford, besides one extra outfit apiece.
Yours, “Red Flair,” sophisticated A-line coatdress with a Jackie Kennedy pillbox hat,
white gloves, handbag, and heels included.
Mine, “solo in the Spotlight,” evening
elegance in black glitter strapless gown with a puffy skirt at the bottom like a mermaid
tail, formal-length gloves, pink chiffon scarf, and mike included.
From so much dressing
and undressing, the black glitter wears off where her titties stick out.
This and a dress
invented from an old sock when we cut holes here and here and here, the cuff rolled over
for the glamorous, fancy-free, off-the-shoulder look.
Every time the same story.
Your Barbie is roommates with my Barbie, and my Barbie’s
boyfriend comes over and your Barbie steals him, okay?
Kiss kiss kiss.