The Mexican
I travel with this woman on the tube every day. She is huge and dark. With the rounded belly and sagging breasts of a mother of many. With long skirts spread over the floor. Her powerful thighs are outlined beneath. No shoes are visible but I can somehow guess that she is barefoot. Her arms are hanging to the sides, lifeless. Her hair is long, black and braided. There is an earthen tang around her. I call her the Mexican. I cannot see her face because she always pretends to b