Churracita
Farrah Sarafa

Eye shadow painted pastel on her lids
as though they were umbrellas.

Mascara lines each lash
and clumps them to one,
                       bound by tar.

Soft cheeks blotted red
like candied cherries on snowy ground.

She sings strong from inside.
Her pink lips are the weakened link
         between churros and
                  Spanish guitar.