Happy Mother’s Day … Jane Mansfield & Fireworks

When I was a young girl, a brunette with dark eyebrows and green eyes, I wanted nothing more than to look like my mother — hair as blonde as a dirty cloud, eyes as blue as a swimming pool. Oh, and mom drew on her eyebrows, having plucked them away in the 60s …

I have always loved old movies and my mother always reminded me of movie stars … especially Jane Mansfield, minus a couple of “cups” anyway.

So for Mother’s Day … in addition to a uterine-themed collage, I wrote her a poem — about her Mansfieldian air and her run-in with a firework landing in her bra one 4th of July in the 1980s.

And now, somewhere, that firework roasts,
your B-cups now quiet and unharmed.

Happy Mother’s Day …