Brandi spells her name
with an “i”
and she dots the i
with a circle
and sometimes with a heart.
she drives
a red ’77 Honda
that needs tires
and a brake job.
she’s two years out of high school,
with a kid,
and she lives with her mother
who drinks more often than not.
she could have been married once,
but he left.
now, she drives to work
every day in the Honda,
wearing jeans and sneakers
and a shirt.
and when she gets there,
she changes into
a white tube top,
a skirt and nylons and heels,
and she gives
hand jobs for a living,
in a place
that pretends it’s a gym.
but it doesn’t matter, anyway,
because her name’s not Brandi,
it’s Susan,
and every now and then
her mother gets sober,
and she really does
love that kid.