Sonrisas
I live in a doorway
between two rooms. I hear
quiet clicks, cups of black
coffee, click, click like facts
budgets, tenure, curriculum,
from careful women in crisp beige
suits, quick beige smiles
that seldom sneak into their eyes.
I peek
in the other room seƱoras
in faded dresses stir sweet
milk coffee, laughter whirls
with steam from fresh tamales
sh, sh, mucho ruido,*
they scold one another,
press their lips, trap smiles
in their dark, Mexican eyes.
1. On the back of your annotation, do the following:
Sketch (draw) the poem in some way, either literally or symbolically. Be prepared to explain your sketch.
2. On a separate sheet of paper, answer these questions.
In what way might you live in a doorway between two rooms? What would the two “rooms” be? What would be happening in them? Explain.
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