Pregnant and fearless on the boulevard in a tank top, hair piled on her head like a volcano, about to erupt. She's fearless, fearless Keyla calming down an old man in their shared tongue: Espanol: words, deep, strong like the ocean.
Serene as eagle she swoops down, puts her hands on his grandson and hoists him to her breasts while she totals up the bill.
Keyla didn't anticipate her baby's father coming in today. He presents her with an Pepsi, she kisses the air around his muscled frame, and he's gone, as if someone killed the light. Mishla III